I watched you from across the room... With nothing but pity.
Pity... as he hung onto you, sauntering around as he held on to your unoffered arm, purring into your ear even as your face turned to a scowl.
Believe me... I scowl at him, too. Through the crowd of friends and strangers alike, my lips continually alternate between a welcoming smile and a knowing scowl as I watch the horrific scene in front of me.
He leans on you. He swoons. He purrs and pets. He exhibits you like a girl might show off a piece of grossly flashy jewelry. And what's worse, I see you go along with it.
I know you see me watching. I see your sideways glances over your shoulder as you're led around the room, barely holding onto your drink as you're tugged from person to person to be shown off and bragged about. It's shameful that I'm the only one who sees through your facade. I see your misery. I see your disdain for your life. I see your hopelessness as clearly as my own.
You finally turn my way. Those depthless brown eyes of yours meet mine over the spiky hair of your oblivious partner. Finally freeing yourself from the clingy chains of your INsignificant other's hands, you cross the room with long, slow strides. I can't help but back myself against the Dark Magician Girl promotional poster hanging on the shop wall behind me. You don't stop until we're nearly touching.
"Help me," your mouth whispers.
"Save me!" your eyes scream.
"Love me..." your body says.
And I don't have the heart to turn you away.