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Previously: "As I hang up and make my way into the bathroom, I think back and realize just how much sympathy Simon's voice seemed to hold."

DPOV

As I step out of the shower and throw on some blue-jeans and a black tee, I think back to the time when I was first with Chloe. I look past all the great moments and focus on Simon. He must have been so hurt and torn, wondering what he might've not done well enough for Chloe to have come to me instead.

He must have been feeling everything I'm feeling now.

I remember when we were around eighteen and snuck into the nearest high schools prom. It was a huge school, with over four-hundred Seniors gathering for a "night of magic", as the banner above the gymnasium claimed. Dad concluded it would be easy to get lost among a crowd that big, which is why it was the perfect place for us to sneak into for the night.

Simon and I couldn't afford to treat it like a real prom, not in our situation. We dressed in some button-up shirts we had scavenged from a box in the rental house we once occupied and some cheap Wal-Mart slacks. I remember my shirt being so tight I had to leave the top button undone, and Simon claiming that Chloe would find it "super sexy." I didn't really care. I just wanted to get this night over with.

The girls were forced to dress cheap, too, despite Tori's numerous protests. I haven't a clue what she wore, honestly. I couldn't care less. But I remember exactly what Chloe had on. It was hard to forget her five dollar black sundress and the way it brought out her sky-colored eyes. I could never forget the way her loose strawberry-scented hair framed her freshly-washed face, or how her faded converse squeaked at the top of the stairs, almost in excitement.

She was so beautiful.

To be honest, the entire day before the dance, I was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life. I didn't know how to dance, and I was too ashamed to ask Simon for help. But as I stood next to my brother at the bottom of the staircase of our current rental house and looked up into those gleaming blue orbs, all of my fear disappeared. That's when I really kind of knew. I loved her. And I could never stop loving her. And despite my hang-ups about the unnecessary exposure and crowds of a dance, I knew deep-down, though she didn't want to admit it, Chloe wanted this. She wanted to feel normal for once, to feel like, for one night, she wasn't a necromancer on the run. She wanted to feel like a normal girl, with a normal boyfriend, at a normal school dance.

And I was determined to give that to her.

When we finally arrived at the school, I was more nervous than I was earlier. Tori spent the whole car ride talking to nobody about how she would handle any boys that tried to hassle her onto the dance floor and how she better not see Simon dancing with anybody, "For the safety of the group." Ever since Tori had found out about her and Simon's relation, she was almost protective over him. She always asked how his blood sugar was doing, or how his sorcery was going. Right before she punched him in the arm, of course. Yep, she was same old Tori. Just a little more... matured. Though it pains me to say.

Inside the gym, they played mostly fast-paced music that rattled my ears for the first half of the dance. I tried sitting alone at a table where I could see everyone clearly without having to squeeze myself into the grotesquely odorous mass of hormones. But then Chloe came up to me, looking just as stunning as she had earlier, begging me to come out on the floor. "For Simon and Tori." she had said. "They would be upset if they saw you having a bad time." I knew Tori probably wouldn't care as she sat at a table full of geeks talking about some computer micro-chip or something, and that Simon was far too busy with some redhead to even notice I still existed. But I also knew that though she was asking for Simon and Tori, Chloe just didn't want to be alone out there on the dance-floor. And I didn't want her to be, either. I wanted to hold her close and feel her warmth and smell her beautiful scent without having to strain. I wanted to just spend time with her, and actually, maybe, have some fun.

So I did.

I danced in spite of myself, and let go for the first time in a while. I suddenly didn't pay much attention to the shifty-eyed boys pouring a vile of clear liquid into the punch. I didn't notice the girl that crept up to my seat and stole the muffin I had grabbed from the snack table. All that mattered was me and Chloe, and how much fun we were having. Finally, as a slow-song began to lull its way across the dance floor, I grabbed onto Chloe's wrist tightly, and she nodded in agreement excitedly. I slowly pulled her close, and she rested her head on my chest, letting out a sigh of content. I could hear loudly the beat of our speeding hearts, pounding against our chests. For a moment, I almost thought they were in rhythm. But I remember thinking, that's impossible, and pushing the thought away. In that moment, I couldn't imagine being happier anywhere else than in her arms.

But as I think back, I realize that as I danced with Chloe, Simon had noticed I existed. While Tori danced with some lanky skater-boy, both wearing faces that clearly said the dancing was a dare, Simon sat at our table, alone. That wasn't like Simon at all. He would never pass up a chance to pick-up another swooning girl. But despite the large pool of fish to choose from, Simon sat, watching with a hint of regret as Chloe and I danced in the center of the floor.

Now I realize what Simon must have been thinking that night: What did I do wrong? Should I have spent more money on her? Should I have given her more of my time? Or should I simply have just danced with her? Would that have made her choose me?

But, in my case, it was much more than forgetting to hold hands every once in a while that lost me the most important thing in the world.