Slow update, eh? D: I'm into writing my new two stories and that's what made me busy not to write this chapter fast. Sorry for the wait. Oh yeah, thanks for those who put this fic in the favorite story/story alert subscription. I love you guys! This chapter really made me go "Awwww! :3" while making it. I hope you, too at the end. :)

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"There you are, Damen." Sabine greets me, waving her hand gently. She is the witch tonight, I see, much less to her personality. Good thing she didn't put the long nose with warts on it on her nose. That will mess up her appearance as a good witch.

I smiled, bowing with courtesy. "Good evening, Miss Sabine." She chuckled. "What politeness; Bringing me to my younger years. Well, it's nice to see you here. I thought Ever didn't invited her… friend. I mean, she didn't count you in the list. She probably forgot."

"Yes, she did. But, don't need to worry because I'm here." I turned at where she set her eyes on.

"Ava is a friend of mine – a physic." She pointed her finger to the woman, who stands out in the crowd with her Californian casual. Purple aura swirls from her.

"I see."

Sabine turned to face me with her yellow aura of happiness and enjoyment. "Why don't you get a reading? My niece probably thinks it's boring. It's really my first time to get a reading."

I shook my head. How many times I got a reading myself, by myself that now, I don't want to. I'd like to give life a chance to drive in whatever direction it wants to. I'll just be an open-minded passenger who goes with the flow in this joyride.

"Maybe later." I repeated the same answer Ever gave earlier.

Sabine gave me a pat on my back and said, "Suit yourself, Count Fersen. Enjoy the party." And walked off to her partner namely Frankenstein before she gave me a gesture of 'See you later.'

Meanwhile, my eyes search for Ever. Marie Antoinette sat on one of the lounge chairs facing their pool and arranged her skirt all around with grace. I walked quietly, that only the soles of my shoes clack with me silently.

This is a very nostalgic feeling. This moment is like we're the only two people here in the same place, the same time, like nothing's changed. How many times I shook my head and I really can't shake the familiar scene that replays all over in my mind.

It's like the whole place gathered into one single point of where she is. Everything around me grows dark and out of focus. Nope, I don't want to care about anything at this time. I just don't want to.

"Hey." I smiled, standing behind her. Ever stopped watching the water globes bob and change colours as they glide across the pool's shiny surface; she was so lost in her thoughts and the amazing view before us. She glanced at me, her blue eyes captivating me unconsciously.

"It's a good party. I'm glad I crashed." I sincerely said as she stared straight ahead, too nervous to respond. I'm not teasing or wanting to ridicule her either. I hope she just see that I'm sincerely here for her.

I complimented Ever. "You make a good Marie." As always you do. My finger taps the long black feather she just stuck in her wig at the very last moment. Live for one night, live normally like you do. Feel free even for just now, Ever.

"And you make a good Count Fersen," Ever responds back, after she took a deep breath. She pressed her lips together, gathering her guts. Not wanting to tense this romantic scene, I laugh. "Please, call me Axel."

"Did they charge extra for the moth hole?" She asks, nodding at the frayed spot near my shoulder, though choosing not to mention its musty scent. I suddenly reminisced the time.

I looked at her angelic face, my eyes right on hers when I said, "That's no moth hole. That's the by-product of artillery fire, a real near miss as they say."

"Well, if I remember right, in this particular scene you were pursuing a dark-haired girl." Ever shot a death glance like me, flirting in a way. Somehow, she summoned the old version of hers and it's really killing me that it made me grin friendly and happy.

"There's been a last-minute rewrite." I smiled, riding with our own story and 'script.' "Didn't you get the new script?" This is a new chapter unfolded by fate again, our destinies crossing each other in a very proper and exact way.

She kicks her feet up and smiled in a way that if I'm all over it, I'd die just to blush over and over again. I slides my finger across the width of her neck, leaving her a trail of silence and bliss; warmer and peaceful than before. "And in this new version it's just us. And you, Marie, get to keep your pretty head."

I lingered over to her ear. "Why didn't you get in line for a reading?" I whispered as my fingers travelled along her jaw, her rosy cheek, tracing the curve of her ear, as my lips loom so close our breaths meet and mingle. I couldn't stop it anymore, could I?

She shrugs and presses her lips… wishing he'd just shut up and kiss me already.

Oh?

"Are you a skeptic?" I ask her, playing with the seconds that go first.

"No – I just – l don't know." She mumbles in frustration, her voice tempted to be free and scream. "How come you're not in line?" She asks instead, her frustration wins and shows itself all over.

"Waste of time." I laughed, diverting the topic lower to a deeper meaning. "It's not possible to read minds or tell the future, right?" Using the water globes, I made them turn pink and used Telekenesis to move the globes slowly to a heart shape.

She shifts her gaze to the pool, blinking at the water globes. Now, I just can't read her expression. "Have I angered you?" I ask dramatically cool, my fingers cupping her chin, bringing her face back to mine.

"No. You have not angered me." She says, laughing in spite of herself. We're walking straight together from a book years older – Wuthering Heights. Our heartbeats together, forming the most wonderful sounds that hum together in a duet melody.

"What's so funny?" I asked, my fingers sliding under her bangs, seeking the scar on her forehead and causing her to pull away. It's a simple technique to open her up to me. To lessen everything she burdens on herself; to help her carry the cross on her shoulders. "How'd you get that?" I asked, hand back to my side, gazing at her with warmth and sincerity I want her to acknowledge ever since I saw her.

"I don't want to talk about it." Ever says, blinking at the water globes that are now red and forming into a tulip slowly.

"What do you want to talk about?" I whispered in a soft voice, as her blue eyes dwells into mine. I just can't bear to stop the conflict of emotions inside of me. Earlier, my first attempt is a joke. Is this the right time to do it? Or Is this second time a cruel joke, too?

"I don't want to talk." She whispers, holding her breath.

No, I'm Count Axel Fersen. My one and only Marie Antoinette is in front of me, waiting for me. I can't make ladies wait, for I'm her only man and she is my lady. My heart throbs with feelings swirling in it – regret, yearning, lost, missing, happiness and love. You take all my breath away and I'm left with nothing. The way you look, the way you smile, it makes me hard for breathing.

It's true that I can't live without you, Ever. There's so much time, to figure out the rest of our lives together. To find what is beyond us. Tonight is a new chapter for us.

I leaned over to Ever, pressing my lips against her mellifluous lips.

Two is better than one - Boys like Girls ft. Taylor Swift. The song that made me harass the replay button over and over again while typing this romantic chapter.