(Reposted from the itch page, don't mind me.)
Sundown in the city is one of the most beautiful sights you'll ever see, yet we can't keep our eyes off each other.
I invited him up here so we could finally get a moment alone for the first time in forever, but now that we're up here I can't think of a single good thing to say. I keep trying not to stare, but the way his shaggy hair ruffles in the breeze keeps catching the sun as if he was actually sparkling.
It feels like I've been here forever, stupidly trying to think of something to say. He must think I'm so weird, fidgeting here in silence. I glance over again to see him looking back at me, and the tension twists in my gut like a knife. Stupid! Stupid! You're such a weirdo!
I hear him shuffling on the stucco of the rooftop, and resist the urge to look again. Surely this is it: He's getting up to leave because I ruined everything. His hand brushes against mine... and settles there. The tension in my chest erupts into a warm cloud of butterflies that flush my cheeks to the beat of my pounding heart.
In my periphery I see him turning toward me, his mouth expectantly ajar. His eyes glance up to witness me viciously jerking my head in wide, flailing circles as the demon in control of my body finally asserts itself. My hair, overcome from the strain of whirling about my skull like a length of barbed chains, forces its way through the very material of my cranium, coming to rest somewhere in front of my neck.
As my dark lord and master makes his presence known before ushering in an age of eternal night our eyes lock for the final time, and the awkwardness of the moment peaks. His hand lifts away from mine and he shuffles back a pace, returning his gaze to the city skyline once more.
