Karl's POV
Tonight was the school dance. To some, the happiest moment of their lives. The most important, I've also heard. But to others, to me, it's been the worst day of my life. But, they kept their promise. It really was a night to remember. A memory that shall forever burn itself into the very core of my brain as... the day I lost Avery Jennings. Or rather, the day I realized... I never truly had her.
It all started when I offered to teach her to dance.
I strode into the house, confident that I might get the chance to teach her to dance then, like in all those movies, we might end up dancing at the dance together. But, sadly, it hadn't ended up that way.
When Avery said she was going with Wes, my heart shattered like fragments of a broken glass. I felt I couldn't breath, but at the same time, that I was breathing just enough to make me pass out. Perhaps I was drunk off of oxygen, or her. Maybe I had suddenly felt lightheaded by the news that my brain hadn't known what to do when it felt my heart stop. I felt the ground quake beneath me, maybe from my knees growing weak so suddenly, but it felt more like my world came crashing down all around me and walls were rising from the ground, as if to seperate us even farther if that was at all possible.
When she asked me to teach her to dance, I felt my stomach leap like I had gotten on a rollercoaster, and was nearing a drop. I taught her all kinds of dancing, whichever kinds she asked, but perhaps my favorite dance to teach her was... the slow dance. Her hands fit perfectly atop my shoulders, my hands slid effortlessly onto her waist. At first, I saw the hint of a scowl upon her face, but as we danced, she relaxed, and a ghost of a smile had soon appeared. I kept my eyes averted the best I could to keep from staring at her beautiful smile. Her eyes were fleeting, they never once fell on me. Perhaps that was a good thing, I wouldn't have known what to do if I had caught her stare, and perhaps, maybe had even shared it for a while. A lingering moment.
After the song ended, I insulted her dancing only lightly, trying for one more dance, but she ignored my silent request, and pushed me out the door. I felt closer to her in that moment of dancing, but never have I felt more distant. Maybe it was because I knew I was only a practice dummy to prepare on for her evening with Wes. I wasn't even good enough to receive the title, 'first love', when she so clearly gave me the part.
And when she stormed out of the dance when Wes was so effortlessly a jerk to her, I was the one who had to go talk with him in the bathroom. I had to convince him she really did like him, and that I was merely teaching her how to dance. Apparently he saw the two of us during our lesson the other night, and thought something else of it. He thought we were dating, and though that comment made my cheeks grow red with warmth, I quickly denied it. And when he asked me what I had meant when I told him Avery and I are more than neighbors, I lied. "Just... good friends, is all." I told him. But how painful it was to realize... it was the truth.
Now, I stand on the front steps of Avery's house, looking in through the window, I watch them dance. The sight of it all makes my throat grow tight and my heart, what's left of it, sink. All the shattered remains of my once beating heart fall and cut a hole so deep into my gut, it feels like I'm sinking from the outside in. As they turn, I catch a glimpse of Avery's face. She looks so happy. And what kills me is... so does he.
This must've been how he felt when he saw me and her dancing. Only, how much more painful would it had felt, I wonder, if the two he saw dancing actually cared for each other as deeply as one of the two had. How much more saddened would he have been? And, why had he treated Avery so horribly when he caught the two of us dancing? If he truly cared for her, he'd be doing what I am now...
Walking away.

A/N Hey, everybody. I'm a newcomer to writing DWAB fanfiction, but I am a long time Kavery shipper. I've shipped them since the beginning... literally. The first time Karl Fink was introduced, I pointed a finger at the television and turned to my family and uttered the words, "Mark my words, him and Avery, will be together. You just watch." and so, yeah. Been shipping them since. I actually didn't know there were others out there (Kavery shippers) until only recently, but I can honestly say, I am glad I am not the only one. Sorry for the endless babbling, just wanted to introduce myself. Now that I have, hope you like my story, and if you've got any requests or would like me to continue uploading more one-shots or fanfics consisting of the lovely pairing, don't be shy to tell me by dropping a comment in the reviews section:)

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