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The burning of his mind and the thumping of his heart never ceased when the black-haired lady managed to graze his thoughts. If she could penetrate his mind, why couldn't he? It was all there, his love for her, his hunger for her, his yearning to taste her again... but he did not feed. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, the dull ache in his mind receded.
Nothing. He waited, but his mind remained silent. He opened his eyes again, glancing up into the now-darkening sky. Without a word, she continued her flight, back towards the main entrance. And as she disappeared from sight, his heart broke. He felt truly as if he was living in a fairytale; as if a single kiss would wake him from his never-ending nightmares and make him whole again.
The bouquet behind his back was now in his lap as he sat with a pleading mind. He prayed to a god, a goddess, or anything that might have any power at all to help him. The pain was dull, but at least he had it, a quiet pain that would not subside, but would always follow him, a part of him.
And it was when the door opened that he stood, fixing his tie with one hand just to return to the bouquet behind his back. “Sabine,” he called out, pleading that she would listen or at least hear his words. She did, but the face she had made was anything except happy. Not a word, her eyes pierce his soul.
Yet when she spoke, her words were full of venom, and her tone full of hatred. “Do not call me that.”
“Please, Viper. I just want to talk.” It was his only chance. When she stood there, her arms crossed across her chest not spitting out another word, he knew it would be the only thing he gets for tonight. “I wanted to ask if we could spend time out, I know the perfect places.”
She wore a smile like a loaded gun. “Are you asking me out?”
“Précisément, Viper. Is there something wrong?” He looked away, his heart hammering in his chest.
She laughed. Her voice thickened in disgust and pure enjoyment. “To say that I would ever date you would be a disappointment. Come back to me when I can actually stand in your presence for more than a second. Then, you might have a chance, Chamber.”
Her words stung his chest like a sword, his heart tripping over itself in his chest. He stood there as she walked away, the flowers in his hand rotting as the petals fell to the floor. Something inside of him knew that he was never going to have her.
It was a lonely night, but one of the most surreal experiences he had ever had. Despite the overwhelming urge to do something about his problems, he stayed put at his desk.
The flowers were gone from his desk. They had been gone all evening. The night had not gone as he would have liked; it had been a night of regret, an evening of shame. He remembered the fire that had burned his mind in her. The dagger in his heart was slowly filling it with lead, but with each beat, a small bit of it had come undone. For her, he had acted a fool. He had watched a queen leave with his heart in her hands like it was nothing, when it had been everything.
Begging her to love him was the cruelest thing he ever did to himself. Her words had shredded his pride and his heart. And there was no easy way to bring it back. But there was one thing that he could do: he could forget about her, just like she had. For a time, he would exist in his world with its horror. He would hate himself, hate himself with every breath he took.
In the dying light of the setting sun, he watched as each day started to slip away.