They weren't sure who they were. A second ago, they could recall each other's names like the back of their hands. Now, as the slow music began, and they held hands, fingers intertwined, their memories faded.
Unsure if the other knew anything or nothing, they kept their happy facades.
The man felt like he should be leading this woman, so he did. Somehow. Inside, he felt a fire die, almost kicked away into oblivion. Half of him, it felt, blew away with the light embers. He kept his eyes on blood, familiar yet foreign, and oh so beautiful. She was very pretty. Who was this girl?
Unable to recall what she was supposed to do, the woman let this odd gentleman do the majority of the work, following him in every step. She attempted to figure out who he was and who she was, from torn up thoughts in her brain. A light in her heart flickered behind that smile, then shut off as hope was lost. She just couldn't figure out who this handsome figure was. So she locked herself in those golden cages in her vision.
The slow beat was the only thing keeping them together, until it stopped.
What would they do?
"I'm… Sorry." The brunette spoke, trying to break the awkward silence between them. She let his hands go and turned away from him, running off at a nervous and quick pace.
"Where's Lucy going, Alfendi?"
No response. He didn't know who the person speaking behind him was. Pulling loose the tie around his neck, he turned in the opposite direction and walked away from the dance floor.