The Night We Touched

The dark have fallen and I'm surrounded by music, alcohol and good people. My eyesight is blurry and I can't walk straight, but when I see him the whole world stops. I just stand there, looking. His smile is beautiful and wide and he walks around and greets everyone, except me, because I stay in the dark, hiding.

This story is dedicated to my friend Emy who insisted I wrote a short story about how I wished this night ended, instead of how it really turned out.