Too often he felt like a child following around his crush, throwing sticks and stones her way to show his affection in the form of jibes and an insistent smile. If Clarity’s eyes could roll further into her head by the sheer force brought by each grin he shown, the gaping black holes in their place would convince anyone of the fear they should experience in her presence-- anyone except him. But then infatuation blinded hearts from reason and faults, and despite the understanding of the creature that she was Sebastian couldn’t muster the concern he should have felt, save for when death began tugging at his strength. Instead, he was the little boy tugging on his crush’s hair and poking relentlessly for attention.
As her hand guided his, he was still the child but instead of following after the woman who always walked ahead, he was being led along with the promise of fun and a curious notion: We’re strangers, tonight. “What’s that supposed to mean?” It was pang in his chest at first, mistaking the anonymity for dismissal and distance when their shared history, its bizarre disaster, had brought them closer beneath the sheets. But were her digits laced into his there and no indication of space yet, the pain flourished into intrigue of where they were going and why they would be two strangers walking into a room together. “Where are we going? Are we somehow going on a blind date? Why wouldn’t I know you?”
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