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.