Looking down at the swirling red liquid in her glass, she could almost imagine him there. If she closes her eyes really tight she could see them dancing his body always fit perfectly with hers, his breath would brush her ear sending shivers through her body and he'd whisper to her, he'd tell her he loved her she was beautiful. She never had that never had someone love her like that and it scared her, so so much. He'd hurt she decided so she left before he could.
She still remembers the night they met, he had recued her from some jerk at the bar who smelled strongly of rum if only her rescuer who looked like a blond angle didn't stink just as bad. She did want to go with him if only because he was pretty and she wanted to draw him right after he woke up, maybe angles aren't always so pretty. But she had been wrong he still was he woke up with the perfect bed head and a smirk.
She'd tried to sneak out then; he was in the shower he wouldn't know. Maybe she could have saved them both so much pain but when she closed her eyes all she saw was that thin mouth curved slightly at one side in the stupid smirk and she just had to wipe it off his face. So when he came out she attacked him, with a kiss, something she'd never been bold enough to do with a one nighter but he didn't seem to mind.
He wouldn't let her leave, not without breakfast and not without giving him her number. He was so cute the golden angle asking her an ordinary and somewhat awkward looking ginger on a date, he was even nervous.
It was just a picnic in his garden with soggy cheese sandwiches and slices of apple but it was the best date she had ever been on. He told her about his birthday when he was five, he toke a bath in spaghetti. She laughed way too much and he just smirked but it was closer to a smile now. His kisses tasted like apple that night.
Then she met his family she had never met a boyfriends family before, in fact she never had a boyfriend just a string of toys. A girl with long black hair ran over and wrapped her in a hug; one that lasted way too long, Jace was the only person she hugged. Soon after he rescued her and sent the black haired girl to make dinner. She left hours later and she left by herself, it was just too much, she slipped out while they were bickering about what movie to watch.
He tried to call her, everyday, then every week, then every month. She never picked up. He tried to visit. She never opened the door. She ran and she kept running.
But tonight she's back at the pandemonium with the bright lights and too loud music. Glaring at the swirling red liquid in her glass, biting her lip to hold back tears. One year, since she left him, one year he must have moved on. She chanced a look at the bar where she had seen him last. His smirk held no smile now and his gold eyes no longer shined, he looked broken. He was walking over to her the smile back in his smirk, she didn't know how but he could always find her. Despite her promise to herself she smiled, he still cared. But it wasn't enough, she had hurt him she didn't deserve him, she never did. Knocking her wine glass over she got up and ran. She was always running.