A/N: Dedicated to some amazing people: whirlpool of dreams (for letting me work on lalons—you rock!), riptides (for sending me a lovely PM a while ago), and the burning sun (a.k.a. fishie, except that's probably embarrassing). Keep smiling, my friends, and don't forget to be awesome!
slowly dancing
(and nothing else is real)
The Clue Hunt has left you scarred and broken. Your dreams are no longer dreams, but nightmares, mocking you, taunting you, until there's nothing left to take and nothing left for you to cling onto. You won't admit it—you never will—but you're scared.
And you're drifting away from reality, until he pulls you out and makes sure you're safe. He loves you, and you think you love him too, but really, you're not in a state to decide. And that's how you live in a maybe lie for a peaceful while: you dancing with only half your heart, but him dancing with all of his.
As time goes on, when you dance in the same pattern to the same tune with the same person on the same night, you get a little tired of normal, and all of a sudden you're missing your fantasy palace again (though you never thought it'd happen—ever).
The next time you start pulling away from reality, you're saved again. But it's not him this time, who's always there to catch you, even if you're never there to catch him. It's someone else.
Except this guy? He's different. He doesn't like you. You know he doesn't like you. Perhaps you don't like him either. But you fall for him all the same, because sometimes, the ones we love are the ones we cannot have.
(And besides, taking risks and breaking the rules: isn't that what you've become, now?)
A/N: Amy/Jake: huzzah! I love the complexity of their relationship: how they gradually start to like each other. Although I think it was a bit rushed, Jake starting to like her the third time they meet or something. Oh well. I still like it!
The writing style is different from my normal style. I'm just trying it out.
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