So this is my first ever document on FanFic! I know it's only small, but I would
like to wait and see the kind of response
I get to this piece before committing to making it a full blown piece of work...
Please review :D
Don't be too harsh, but don't hold back either, I need honesty
and guidance! And hopefully someone out there will think
it has the potential to
be part of something bigger. So go crazy, and I hope you'll enjoy it!!!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can't believe he brought him here tonight.
It kills me to see him smiling, looking so content in his black suit and white shirt.
Smiling.
Laughing.
That sparkle twinkling in his eyes.
With a glass of champagne in hand, I suddenly realize we're in the same chatting circle.
All I can do is smile, and try and go on unphased, or at least make it seem that way.
And yet, he keeps stealing glances at me, that cock of his head, the slight raise of his glass towards me, and I know that my reply doesn't quite reach my eyes.
After what seems like an eternity of umming and aaahing, I have to excuse myself.
I can't take it anymore.
When he's in the room the air around me goes out.
I feel my own heart pounding in my ears, and the rush of blood makes me dizzy.
I quickly but politely excuse myself, and head out of the french doors.
The dark, green grass of the surrounding gardens welcome me, and after disposing of my glass, I go, with no intention of stopping.
I walk out and immediately feel light-headed.
I lift my hands to my head, look down at my emerald, halter-neck dress, and try to focus as the earth moves below my feet.
Eveyrthing's spinning and I can't slow it down.
And suddenly a pair of hands grabs my waist from behind and holds me close, whispering "It's alright, I've got you, I'm here".
And then my heart stops.
