stark industries annual charity gala ///, you're here, not by choice, but obligation. reality of it ///, you're not ready to be in spotlight, to pretend to be fine. emotions still raw ///, they conceal behind fragile facade, your break up still a wound that refuses to close,
the atmosphere ///, air thick with conversation, clinking glasses *& classical music. the grandeur attire ///, with the tailored suits, with the glimmering dresses. feels familiar doesn't it, ?? ///, you catch self reminiscing, lost in that of cherished reminder. a memory unfaded ///, that damn backless blue dress, the woman in it that makes it unforgettable,
as if on cue ///, universe mocks you, taunts you with very thing you're actively trying to avoid, ; pepper potts. talk about ruthless timing ///, of all places for crowd to thin, of all people to come into central view, ; it's her. but wait ///, universe isn't done provoking you, because you now notice she isn't standing alone, ; there's a man next to her. a man who ///, smiles a little too wide, laughs a little too hard, stands a lot too close,
how sudden it hits you ///, your chest tightens, your pulse quickens, ; is this what true jealousy feels like, ?? foreign it is ///, genuine jealousy, for it's something that's never truly been a threat, ; not until this very moment. tension on the rise ///, grip on glass of scotch grows shade too firm, your gaze prompt to burn hole through man's forehead. split moment ///, you consider walking over, to claim what's yours, ; but that's not your place anymore is it, ?? rationality ///, you think maybe this is good for her, you think maybe this is what she needs, you think
you think you may lose it ///, because now there's a man's hand on her arm, one that isn't your own. screw it ///, threshold come *& gone, you're a man on a mission, ; no iron suit required,
a chance at retreat ///, it's gone, because in split time you slip yourself between two. ❝ miss potts, ❞ ///, former title, any *& all terms of endearment absent. ❝ didn't think you'd be joining us this evening, ❞ ///, skew of attention, arm that rests loosely atop man's shoulders. ❝ wow, you my friend, are laying it on thick. any woman would be crazy to turn down that charm of yours, don't you agree @freckledboss, ?? ❞ ///, chance at response from either waives, you're already back at it with the snide remarks. ❝ so you gonna introduce me to your new favorite person here, ?? ❞ ///, words roll off your tongue, well before any attempts of reeling them in, ; green is not your color, mister stark,
