ALERT: This Is Not Dreamer's Dream Too

I was sitting at the thick cement rail of the balcony, cuddling a glass of wine. I knew I didn't belong to the world behind the wall I am leaning on.
I looked at my lavender colored dress. It was not as striking as any of the other dresses in there, but it did caught me some attention... A few 'gentlemen' had their eyes on me, but they are just not the ones that I had mine on. Sigh, thinking of that person hurts my mind... and my heart.
Every time I think of him, my world will start to swirl. His presence alone is enough to make me smile, his absents alone... is more than enough to make me frown. I hoped, wished, prayed, that he would feel the same... but... I don't think he does... It's all just a dream, I'm not sure whether it's a good one or bad one though...
I looked out to the endless sky, and tool a sip of my wine... Too sweet... And I poured it onto the plants on the outside of the balcony.
"That's not very nice of you," a male voice came intruding into my ears. That voice... his voice... My body trembled from the fright he gave, and fell off balance, towards the plants. He swiftly pulled me to him, and I hung onto him. 'Just one more second' I told myself, but few seconds have gone past... I let go at last.

"I guess I have to pay for that," I looked at the broken glass pieces.
"No one will know," he assured me in a deep voice.
"but my fingerprints are there..." I said innocently, just wanting to prolong the conversation.
"Too bad then," he smiled and picked up my left hand with his right, "May I have this dance?"
I listened to the music from the hall, it's some random song, but this random song is going to be our song. I nodded slightly, and we started moving in waltz steps. I moved as slowly as possible, I kept wishing that this moment will last forever or at least longer... but nothing lasts forever. I stepped away from him as the music stopped, "thank you," I said, and I walked back in to the place where I did not belonged to, and headed straight out. 
I'm grateful, because, at least now I know that that dream is not a bad one.

ALERT: This Is Not Dreamer's Dream

Annual dinners, I hate them. It is so disgusting, crawling with fake people with fake faces and fake bodies. But there's one exception. She is standing in the middle of the hall, gracefully with her lavender-colored dress. She never knew how beautiful she is, to me. I lock my eyes on her all the time, but she never notices. 

I will never forget that night when she came into my office. She rushed into my room with her fringe falling carelessly on her forehead. How I wanted to hug her tightly and never let go, but I know I shouldn't, and couldn't. That night, she was still gasping for air when she pressed both hands on my desk. Then, she asked me a question that I will never forget. But I replied with an answer that broke both our hearts. 

Awakening from my flashback, I realized that she's not there anymore. Instinctively, my legs started to move myself towards the balcony. As I stepped out to the balcony, I saw the girl wearing the lavender dress sitting on the rail of the balcony, pouring her wine on the plants. I knew the wine is a little too sweet for her. "That's not very nice of you," I said, but I caught her off guard and she almost fell of the rail. I quickly pulled her hands and let her hang onto me. She stayed in my arms for five whole seconds, and I wished that she would stay there longer. 

"I guess I'll have to pay for that," she looked at the broken glass pieces. 
"No one will know," I assured her, because I know even if the people found out, I'm going to pay for her.
"but my fingerprints are there..." she said innocently, how silly. 
"Too bad then," I smiled and picked up her left hand with my right, "May I have this dance?" 


She nodded slightly, and the both of us started to move in waltz steps. I hold her hand tightly in mine but it's not tight enough to hurt her. I can see that she is trying to do the dance as slowly as possible, probably wishing this moment to last longer. However, I wish that she knows that I want this moment to last forever. Sadly, the song has to end, next time I am definitely going to choose a song that will last longer. She stepped away from me, and said, "thank you." 


"Thank you, too," I whispered in the dark.