— @lukasgrxy
Nothing or no one would stop Viviane now from finding Lukas after the reveal; the engagement kept from her. Cayden failed to keep up with her once she’d dove into a sea of bodies, pushing her way through until she heard someone call of his name. Eyes searched the crowd until there was no mistake of who was on the other side of the mask: Lukas Grey. Months of planning for this moment for nothing as she found herself frozen across the room from him, not knowing what to do now that she was here. Her hands slipped up and under her mask, pushing it from her face to reveal herself to the crowd – to him. She waited no time before making her way into his view, making sure he saw her face among those dancing between them.
Convincing yourself someone loved you is the hardest part as they continue to hurt you again and again. Lukas had taken Viviane’s heart for the wildest ride of her life, twisting it in his hands until it melted in his palm. Everything she had to give someone was given to him: trust, loyalty, love. There wasn’t a single thing he could ask of her which she’d deny him, yet the man she looked at now didn’t resemble the one she’d fallen in love with until he caught her gaze. Instantaneously, she watched his gaze soften into honey and melted her heart all over again, but still, she ached with the news of his engagement – his betrayal.
Each step was matched with his until they met in the middle of the dance floor; couples spinning and laughing around them. Neither spoke for the longest time as she placed her hand on his chest to feel his heart beating against her palm. As quickly as she put it there, she took it away before anyone saw the gesture and motioned for them to step to the side of the dance floor. Words were attempting to form in her head; to say something at the very least. Her whole body tingled even being near him, and she realized how stupidly in love she still was with him. A fool of a girl who chased after a boy, who didn’t want to be followed.
“There’s so much to say,” Viviane said struggling to meet his gaze a second time. “Too many words I had planned to say to you in this moment, yet here I am with none of them seeing appropriate.” Her guts twisted together and made her feel weak after months of not setting eyes on him. She’d sat in their old apartment and flipped through memories they had made over the years only to end up crying. It all seemed such a waste to hold onto someone who waited little time to move on from her. “Were you even going to tell me, Lukas? Isabelle, right? Your fiance. Your future wife.” Saying the words aloud meant they were real, but saying them to Lukas meant they were over.
