Moonlight shines though my bedroom window to show me my beauty, Anzu. All I can see is her, and her slow walk towards me at the edge of the bed. I give small rose petal kisses leading toward her ear. I whisper, "I’m going to be there when you leave tomorrow." A statement not a question.
She's leaving tomorrow for New York. She wants to follow her dream to dance the stage away. She has been saving for this dream for years, and half of it came from me. I gave her the money to make her happy, though I’m not going to tell her that.
"Seto," she tries to rebuke me, "You can’t–"
"I can, and I will,” I state firmly.
"But the gang will be there!" she argues.
I don’t care if the whole world is going to be there. I am going to see her when she leaves and that is final. I mean that is what a lover does for what loved one, right?
"I don’t care anymore, Anzu. I don’t care if the whole world knows, about us." I kiss her again passionately, giving her no chance for a rebuttal. I pull her down toward the bed, and let emotions take over. I love her, but I’m not going to tell her. It’ll only make her stay.