~Only once upon a time~

~Part 1: Only once upon a lifetime~

! Minor sexual content !

It's funny how close I've become with the darkness these past years, although never mastered the art of ignoring it.

Even now as I watch Sadie dancing with her partner in the middle of the club, it seems impossible to forget the dimness of the light towards my hope in graduation.

Speaking of which, I don't particularly remember directly agreeing to my friends' forcible encouragement of coming, given they knew I was drowning in the overload of assignments.

All I know was Dalia was desperate for a companion other than Sadie to share a couple of drinks, even dance.

But glancing around the club is a foolish thing for someone who's continued seven times now, eyes searching for her.

Almost everyone in Lirendale High was on the dance floor except for Dalia, swaying to the music with either a friend, partner, or as an individual.

I scowl and get up from the counter, not bothering to order a promised drink.

My legs automatically take me to Sadie, who immediately stops me and apologies to the guy she was dancing with before my interruption. "Is something wrong, Amora?"

I fold my eyes and continue glaring, keeping my temper in control. "'Something' is an understatement. Where the hell is Dalia, Sadie? She was here two seconds ago, and it's as if magic has come into existence and vanished her away."

Now it's Sadie's turn to fold her arms. "Look around you, Mor. If you had the wit to think for a second what she could possibly be doing in a place like this," she responded defensively, waving her arms about towards the scenery, "we wouldn't be having this conversation."

I sigh and shift uncomfortably, looking back to the empty counter. "Have you seen her though?"

At Sadie's silent response, I turn back around to see her glaring at the same guy she was dancing with earlier flirting with another woman, until she spun back and cursed at Amora. "I saw her with a guy heading towards the bathrooms. It'd be best if you give them privacy, given your fucking brain should develop the understanding of knowing what the hell they're- Amora-"

I don't give her the time to finish her sentence and head towards the location, ignoring the disgust forming deep down.

I cut in at a corner until I see the female bathrooms before approaching outside, expected moans and giggles sounding through the door.

Fearing for the worst, I shove through.

A girl similar to my age is sitting on the sink counter with her naked legs wrapped around the hips of an obscenely handsome boy, her tongue gliding into his mouth, a groan erupting from him as he rummaged his hands across her back, tie undone around his neck-

I clear my throat, interrupting them before the scene becomes any more intimate.

Dalia parts her lips from his and grins at me, red lipstick smudged. "Is the club this tiresome for you, Amora?"

I fight through the temptation of rolling my eyes and instead pull a face, looking towards her companion who seemed eager to finish what he started, Dalia's hand still tangled in his brunette hair.

"It isn't tiresome. It's ridiculous. What was the point of coming here if the truth about tonight was just you finding someone to have sex with? Not to mention publicly in the bathrooms, not even bothering to at least fit inside a cubicle-"

She just shrugs, looking back at the boy. "You can't blame my desires, can you, Amora?"

This time, I snort, posing against the wall. "Seriously, Dalia, I can't blame your confidence."