I've decided to take up my first fanfic challenge: greenschist's OTP Playlist Challenge. Each chapter will be the name of a song from the playlist.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sorry, loves, but I'm not British and my name doesn't start with J.K.


He was all smoke and grey and every proper bad habit a rich boy should have. He was pressed suits and Italian cologne and Catholic Mass with his mother and father in the Seventh row every Sunday morning. Nothing ever stopped him from getting what he wanted. With a snap of his fingers, everything came to him like flies to honey. "No" was not a word he was used to being told.

She was all glass and blue and everything innocent a good girl should be. She was tradition and jasmine and dreams of a prince charming sweeping her off to a foreign land. She always had to work for what she had. Books were piled on her desk and in her bag, worn from studying on her work break and between classes. "No" was a word she was used to telling herself.

He goes out into the night to lose himself in the crowd, to escape the image he has built of himself. But he can't, thinks h never will. The image, the façade, has become so real to him that, without it, he is like a lost little boy who doesn't know how to start looking for home. He has come to rely on the image so much that he knows he will crumble into nothingness without it. Really, he doesn't even know who he is anymore.

She goes out tonight because she is exhausted, worn down beyond measure. The standards she was raised to fill have turned her into someone she doesn't know, has never known. It's not who she wants to be and she wants to escape, if only for one night. But she doesn't know how to be anything else, anyone else, except who she was taught to be because she never has had a choice. Sometimes, she wonders if she can even be her own person because she feels like a puppet. Honestly, she never knew who she was in the first place.

They are just two lonely people, lost in the stereo of their own lives with no way out, and it hurts so badly that they forget the pain is there.