Everything is warm and happy and glowing.
I am warm and happy and glowing.
I'm checking my dress, pulling anxiously at the red fabric when you walk in.
It's the one you chose.
I'm still not quite up to speed with the modern fashions, though I've been studying magazines and movies religiously since I first woke up.
I smile at you, and you smile back.
I tell you that I'm nervous.
I tell you that it's my first high school dance.
You look at me, and there is sympathy and warmth in those big brown eyes that everyone seems so terribly taken with.
I'm quite taken with them too, now, and I can see the honesty in them.
In you.
You're sweet.
I fiddle with my hair some more, and when you pull out my mother's necklace, my heart skips a beat.
A flood of relief and gratitude sweeps through me.
I had thought that it was gone forever.
You ask to fasten it for me and I nod and smile and lift my hair out of the way.
I want to tell you how much it means, to thank you for being so kind, but I can't quite find the words.
I stop trying when our eyes meet in the mirror because I know you know what's in my head.
There's been some understanding, lately, some silent agreement; we get along well, you and I.
We're friends.
I let my mind wander back to the pendant nestled safely against my skin, back at last, and whisper my thanks.
I don't notice that there is no warmth or sympathy in your eyes anymore.
I don't realize that there is no honesty in them at all.
You draw back your arm.
Everything is warm and happy and glowing.
I am warm and happy and glowing.
Until the cold blade of the dagger pushes its way into my heart.
A/N: This betrayal made me so sad, and I had to write it, but I've made myself even sadder re-reading it, now. Reviews, team?
