It’s as though he is surrounded by a thick and cruel dark sky, completely gone from the thoughts inside his head. People are talking to him, laughing with him, but he is not paying attention; the stars of the night are like reminders that she is here, and they may talk. It’s a harsh and cold night; not even the moon wants to venture across the lonely blues, but suddenly, the sun appears because the sequins on that dress are back, and her blue eyes soften over the hardness of his stare, making everyone around her seem so unnecessary.
It’s stupid.
Stupid because, really? He promised himself he would never look at her that way again.
Never, but.
Her smile is hanging like delicate art along the walls of the hall, filling the scratches and smoothening the creases, and it’s all he can look at.
Because he does not love her anymore.
He doesn’t.
He’s trying not to.
He shouldn’t.
He could.
No.
He can’t. Won’t. Mustn’t.
But even the air around her smells more alive and it makes it all the more harder to want to move away; even the music feels more enjoyable inside the bubble that is her and her attention. It hurts in a part of Kyran that hates him for even letting these feelings live. Still, he can’t help the warmth in his bones when she looks up and spots him from across the room once more, cant stop the blush that grows across his cheeks when she waves and won’t help the pang in his chest when she breaks this unspoken conversation between them.
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