*Samantha’s Point of View*
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It's already 10:15 pm, and we still have an hour and forty-five minutes before midnight.
I decided to just stroll at this place, and I found myself on a balcony. I thought Sam's gonna meet me here? And how can we see each other if we can't identify faces and I don't have a freaking phone? They are just so stupid. They should have just given me a damn phone so that I can finally call my girlfriend. Yes, I will really run away with her one day.
Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I didn't bother to look at them. I can't identify who it is, and I don't know anybody at this party except my dad and my sister.
"Can I join you here?" She asked, and I just took a sip from my soda can. Yes, I really did order soda. I would want a choco, but it will just make me miss Red so much.
"I don't own the place. So, you can stay wherever you want." I told her coldly as I looked up at the sky.
It's clear from clouds, and stars are shining to their brightest. I heard the girl chuckle, and I just sighed.
"If you need someone to talk to about your problems, I'm a good listener." She stated, and I turned my head to her. She might have sensed my b*tchiness tonight.
I can see that she got blonde hair that is perfectly styled in a crown. It's a bit dark here, and I think she's wearing a black dress.
"Nah, you can't do anything about it anyway," I replied, and she leaned on the rails. I just noticed that she got a glass of wine in her right hand.
"Well, at least you can express how you feel. Telling your problems to somebody that listens makes your feelings lighter." She insisted and took a sip from her wine.
Now, I want a taste of that wine. Damn, why did I order soda again?
"I don't know. I'm not comfortable talking to a stranger." I uttered, and she offered me a handshake.
"You can call me, Ave. In that way, I'm not a stranger anymore." She uttered, and I shook her hand.
She's wearing black gloves, and she looks in good shape. Her dress doesn't show much skin, but I can almost see her cleavage. Wait a minute, am I checking out this woman? Damn it, Sam! You have Red.
"It's Samantha. Nice to meet you." I said, and she nodded.
"So, you can tell me now, Sam." She spoke, and I just smiled at the thought of Red. She has been the one that keeps running in my mind.
I told Ave some of my life situations, and she just kept nodding. Alright, she said to me that she's a good listener. And she just listened. And thankfully, she's not a homophobe.
"That girl is so lucky that someone loves her so much as you do." She let out, and I just nodded.
I somewhat felt comfortable talking to her now.
"Yeah, I'm so lucky too that she gave me a chance to love her. There's not a single minute that passes that I don't think of her. I just hope that she's doing well right now." I confessed and sighed deeply.
She moved closer to me, and she's like she wants to hug me and comfort me. Or is it just me who's thinking about it?
"What about you? Do you have something to share about yourself?" I asked her and looked up at the stars.
I wonder if she lives here since she doesn't have an accent and her voice is incredibly husky. Why am I thinking about her voice? Think straight, Sam. But I'm gay. Oh, shut it! You are only gay for Red.
"Well, I don't really have... uh…you know. My life's a bit boring, actually." She started, and I pushed her to talk about her.
She shared how she loves music and watching superhero movies. She also loves to sing, and she likes cats. Well, I just knew some basic things about her. And she actually has a sense of humor that just made me remember Red.
She seemed to notice that I'm suddenly off, and she asked me,
"Do you wanna dance?"
I just looked at her weirdly. She's not hitting on me, or is she?
"Well, I'm not a good dancer, but I think I can handle it." She uttered and laughed lightly.
I giggled as she offered me a hand. Then we went to the dance floor in which there are also people dancing. I wonder where my father and my sister are.
I can finally see her clearly, and her skin glows with the bright light here inside.
Some sweet music is playing, and that means you need to dance with a pair. It would be really weird if you'll dance on your own to this kind of music.
She held out her right hand for me to hold, and I happily accepted it. It feels good to let all my worries go away for just a few moments.
She placed her right hand on my waist, and my left hand was on her shoulder. I suddenly felt something weird towards her.
We danced slowly to the soft music, and everyone around us seemed so sweet while some were kissing. I think they are couples. But hell, no, we are not.
I looked at the watch on my right hAnd and it's almost eleven now.
"Are you okay?" She asked, and I just nodded my head.
She's taller than me, maybe because of her shoes? I think so.
Then she turned me around, and I'm a bit surprised. She's actually good at slow dancing.
I caught her smiling, and chills running down my spine. It seems familiar, or is it just my mind? People could have the same mouths, or I don't know. And everybody's wearing masks, so I really have no idea.
I kept staring at her face, and I felt something familiar when she bit her lower lip. Oh mind, stop it! She's not her, okay? Maybe I just miss her so much that I think that she's my Red. She got blonde hair, Sam. But Red's hair is actually blonde. Oh, I just need to stop thinking about this.
I took a deep breath, and she noticed that I was tense. Now, I feel really guilty. I am dancing with someone else, while the girl I love and I have never danced like this before. Well, we just danced once on her birthday.
"What's wrong? Do you want a break? We could go back to the balcony." She asked, and I stopped dancing.
I looked at her face again, and I wish I could get that mask off her face so that I'll not have doubts. But it will be very impossible that she'll be here.
But, there's one more thing to get these doubts away. Kiss her, Sam.
What the f*ck am I thinking? And that could make you feel assured. But that's called cheating on my girlfriend. No, I will never.
I guess she's staring back at me, but I can't see her eyes. Then she moistened her lips with her tongue, and I bit my lower lip.
Oh geez, why is she making me feel so warm?
She smirked, and that's just not my imagination. It's exactly the way my girl smirks. And her teeth? They're perfect, just like her.
Whatever happens, I love you, Red. But I'm kissing this girl for the sake of my sanity. She leaned in closer, and this is it. I'll just kill myself later if it's not her.
I closed my eyes as her lips touched mine, and I turned stiff for a moment. She moved them slowly, and tears started to escape from my eyes.
I responded and snaked my arms around her neck as our lips moved in sync, and I don't have doubts anymore.