Every time


Every time.

 Parties were not her thing. She would sit in the corner, or she would stand in a corner, or she would sit on the stairs, in the corner of the room. She'd have her heels in one hand, and her head resting in the other, elbow resting on her knee, foot resting on a stair. Eyes flickering; on and off and on and off and on and off. This was when her mind broke out of its loose confines. Wandered to every face around her, tapped them gently on the shoulder, wondered if they fit the puzzle of her fantasy and then moved on to the next. Gradually the faces didn't match their owners and they became completely fictional, suited to her satisfaction. One of the faces would turn to her, dusted in her creativity, it's a boy's face. Charming and tall and perhaps a year older than she is. He tilts his head to one side and watches her sitting in her corner, tapping her fingers on the tiles to the rhythm of a song playing in her head, blocking out the music that's blaring through reality. She's swaying gently, almost unaware of the heels she's holding, she's so used to them, they're a part of her as long as she isn't wearing them.

 He's walking towards her in the purple haze that is currently their makeshift sun and he's stumbling because there's a panic of feet and hands and spilling drinks before him. But he's still smiling and she's still watching him, from behind her curtain of hair, straight face but exploding butterflies in her tummy. Heart racing (racing who? Time, perhaps. So she thinks, "Slow down, heart. The less you race, the more time you'll have." How peculiarly that works), pounding, or maybe it's just the bass that's reverberating though her.

 The purple light is turning green and coming and going and coming and going. She's blinking in time with the light's magic trick without meaning to. The music in her head is getting louder as he comes closer and her breathing's getting heavier as he comes closer and he's coming closer and coming closer. But just as she looks up to see him right in front of her, to watch him slowly bend his knees and sit beside her, he loses his consistency and as the green light turns red and blinks away, she blinks with it and then she opens her eyes again and he's gone.

 Every time.

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