She watched him; she always had. Ever since he first came, he captivated her. Now he looked even more beautiful, black flowing even as the cloth clung to his body in a cat-like gracefulness no human possessed. Light from the floor danced on brown tufts, making them shimmer with their gel kept stands. His dark jacket flowed in that mysterious and attractive way that made him ever more unmistakable, but blend in with a background as well as the shadows.

 His face was covered by the darkness of the silhouettes of the teenagers who churned around him. His eyes seemed to illuminate where his features did not and burn into her even though they didn’t even follow her gaze.

 She looked down at her small, pale fingers as she traced an imaginary ‘A’ on the table’s surface. Her head lifted, while green met brown in a blazing of emotions each one felt. His elegant features came into view; it still amazed her, how beautiful he could be yet still be reality. His eyes looked like they had gone through an endless time, but could change emotions so quickly; from scolding to seductive with a single glance. The lights turned to a glowing blue, playing against his cheekbones, making his face appear even more chiseled. His lips captivated her too, how perfect and sensual they were but still belonged to a man.

 Their eyes locked in an ardent stare. No longer able to bear the dark eyes, her scarlet hair curtained her face as she stared down at the table. Tears filled her eyes as if blood trying to break through her skin. She clenched her hand into a fist and bit down on her lip; he’d never be hers. Closing her eyes down tightly she allowed a single tear to flow down her face and shimmer through a prism made by the light.

A large, cold finger removed her tear in one steady motion. She looked into dark chocolate eyes as her head shifted to meet his intense gaze. He took her face in his hand as his fingers felt the outline of her jawbone, whispering soft words all the time.

He moved his face towards her and gave a small smile. His lips found their way to hers in a tender kiss that made her world and shook it the same.

His voice was soft as he moved away, “Wake up, Willow.”
 

Drenched in blackness she realized it. He’d never be hers.