The Withdrawal.

I don't feel pretty.

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It was against my every urge. I glanced across the room over and over and soon enough I lost count. From time to time I was convinced that I had felt your eyes fall onto me; I almost wish that they stayed there so that you could see my own lock with yours. But against my very impulse, my want, and even my utter need to have this desire filled was neglected, and trampled across the dance floor as the music rumbled on. I would edge ever closer to you, but I could never face you. Just inches apart, a fire ran so fiercely through my veins, and demanded my complete concentration to fight myself, to keep myself in control, and to steer away from you...

And as I did, I succinctly heard my heart drop. The adrenaline that rushed through my entire body was suppressed - even squeezed out of the life of me - so resentfully and so regrettably as our proximity once again became the Great Divide...

Perhaps I will be thankful for my morality and levelheadedness in the long run, but for now, as my car pulls away from the venue, with me slumped limply over the back seat, watching the ray of light drown in the darkness; as I return to where I belong, a tiny hole in my heart remains open, and a space in my mind - a question of regret? - lingers, unanswered, unfilled, and unforgotten.

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The last ever school formal ended too fast, too soon, and too regrettably.

LOL, Sarah.