Re: Under the Gazebo
The whispered confession was like a dagger in her heart, and as her eyes searched his face, she let out a breath she wasn't aware of holding. Her hand reached up quickly to swipe away any tears falling hot down her cheek. Camera phones recorded and photographed the whole scene, though few were close enough to hear about what the argument was really about aside from a few really loud shouts. It would hit the web before the end of the night, but MK didn't notice their audience.
"Fine! No problem," she said, hands fisted at her sides and voice cracking with upset. "Don't worry about me ever, ever bothering you again, Adam. No more worrying about some stupid ass model with a drinking problem." She rounded and pushed past him towards the pulsing crowd still on the dance floor. "Enjoy the rest of the party!" she shouted without turning back, waving a little over her shoulder as a goodbye. Then she paused her steps and turned on her heel, eyes rimmed red and lip puffy from being chewed at. "No, y'know, enjoy the rest of your life, Adam. Really, you deserve it."