Disclaimer
Tonight, tonight she's his, spinning around the dance floor together, her midnight dress billowing. She's not like other girls, she doesn't pout or giggle, she smiles or frowns. She's only his for tonight, but it doesn't matter, nothing matters except them. She's drunk on firewhiskey or maybe on love? Bright hazel eyes peer into his gray ones, and he's falling, falling for her already. They dance well into the night and through the dawn, after everyone leaves, bottles and whiskey glasses scattering the floor like forgotten acts of guilt. He can't stop himself, love's a drug and it's in his system and he leans to kiss her. Their lips meet for a second, then, suddenly sober, she pulls away. And screams. And screams. Then she turns away from him facing the wall. Her words are like a knife hacking through his heart, and he knows an identical one is hacking hers.
"What did you do to me?" She was disappointed in him; he knew that. She was right, he could of done Merlin knows what to her.
"Nothing," he keeps his head down, he can't look her in the face ever again.
Her eyes flame and so do her red curls. She marched up to him and picked him up by the collar.
"What the hell did you do to me?"
"Nothing."
She drops him, but her hazel eyes are still cutting through his soul. Then she turns and walks out, up into the light. She's a angel after all, he thinks sadly, watching her go.
So what do you think? Review me if you want me to carry it on. It's a oneshot for now. And please review If You Only Have The Key.