Luna MothShe stood somewhere between ambiguity and apathy, the red glow of the fluorescent lights playing alternately between her cigarette and her hair. She was a rock and roll grunge princess, decked out in finery for the grand ball. I could dimly hear the music coming from the seedy pub behind us, the conversations of people passing by.Luna Moth by *rosastra
I was aware of all those things, but my focus was solely on her. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I dreamed lightly of what it would be like to take her home, to feel her body against mine, descend into an ecstasy unlike any other.
I walked up to her, trying my best to look cool and uncaring. I licked my lips. They tasted dry even with the lipgloss I'd layered on them before going out. I asked her.
She coolly stubbed out her cigarette and walked away, leaving me wanting.