A month had passed since I'd seen Clark, the weight of that silence dancing in my chest like a dark melody that cut through the air. It was okay, the sound of that calm echoing like a soft flame as I tried to move forward, until the day of the tournament, the glow of the stands cutting through the emptiness when I saw him in the stands. Once again, he was back, the sound of that presence dancing like a thunderclap that I couldn't ignore, and I understood—I would never escape that feeling since that night on the mountain, the weight of that passion cutting through the air like a melody that wouldn't leave my head. When I was with Roby, trying to forget him, the sound of those moments cut through the silence like a sharp knife, but it all came back to that night, the weight of that love dancing in my chest like a flame I couldn't extinguish. I focused on the tournament, the sound of blows cutting through the air as I "won," the glow of that achievement dancing like a melody that warmed my heart—until I discovered that it was all Silver's doing, the weight of that fraud cutting through the silence like a dark thunder that turned me into trash.
"I felt like complete garbage after finding out about this…" I muttered, the sound of that disappointment dancing in my chest like a melody that cut through the air, the weight of that bought victory echoing like a flame that I couldn't rekindle. All I wanted was to win that tournament cleanly, the sound of that ambition cutting through the silence like a melody that had been stolen from me, and even that was taken from me, the weight of that loss dancing like a thunder that cut through my pride.
I found Roby and Clark arguing, the sound of their voices cutting through the air like sharp knives dancing in the void, but I didn't want to talk to anyone, the weight of that falseness cutting through the silence while all I could think about was going home and crying. Everything I had was fake, the sound of that achievement dancing in my chest like a melody that cut through the air, an illusion I couldn't bear. Roby confronted me, the weight of those looks I had given Clark during the tournament cutting through the silence like a flame he couldn't ignore. Of course he was angry, the sound of that anger dancing in his chest like dark thunder—I was kind of his girlfriend, so it was normal, the weight of that guilt cutting through the air while I realized it too late. I hadn't even thought about it at the time… I just followed my thoughts again without thinking about the consequences… The sound of that impulsiveness danced in my chest like a melody I couldn't erase.
I made up a lie, the weight of that falsehood cutting through the air like a soft knife as I tried to make him believe it, the sound of my voice dancing like a flame I wanted him to accept. Luckily, he believed it, but Clark entered the game, the weight of that presence cutting through the silence like a thunder I hadn't expected. I already felt bad about the victory I had bought, the sound of that shame dancing in my chest like a dark melody, and now this—lying to Roby like that cut through the air like a sharp knife I couldn't ignore. What could I do in that moment? Was I going to tell him that I loved another guy, but that I was just using him to escape these feelings? What kind of idiot would I be if I said that? The weight of that guilt danced in my chest like a flame cutting through the silence, the sound of that truth echoing like a melody I couldn't face.
Days later, he visited my work, the sound of his footsteps cutting through the air as the weight of his presence danced like a thunder I didn't want to hear. We had a huge fight, the sound of words cutting through the silence like sharp knives dancing between us, and he left, the weight of that departure cutting through the air like a dark melody. "I was angry because he disappeared for a month and didn't even call me…" I mumbled, the sound of that fury cutting through the silence as the weight of my emotions danced in my chest like a wild flame. I admit, the sound of that madness echoed like a thunder that cut through the air—one moment I loved him, the next I was furious, the weight of that confusion dancing like a melody I couldn't control. "Ugh, it was all so crazy…" I cried in front of him that day, the sound of tears cutting through the air like raindrops dancing on my face as I said I didn't want him back, the weight of that pain cutting through the silence like a flame I didn't want to rekindle. "It was like going back to zero again…" The sound of that despair danced in my chest as I couldn't work properly, the weight of that day cutting through the air until I was fired again, the sound of that loss echoing like thunder cutting through the void.
Weeks later, everyone had the brilliant idea of going to a small water park on the same day, the weight of that decision dancing like a melody that cut through the air—it had everything to go wrong, didn't it? "For most, yes… For me, on the other hand, that day was full of adventures…" The sound of that irony cut through the silence as the weight of that day danced in my chest like a flame that I couldn't foresee.
Everything was going well between Roby and me, the sound of that peace dancing like a soft melody that cut through the air, until he appeared—Clark, the weight of that presence cutting through the silence like a thunder I hadn't expected. He was more handsome than usual, the sound of that vision dancing in my chest like a flame that cut through the air, and it didn't help that he was shirtless, the shine of his wet skin cutting through the silence like a melody I couldn't ignore. I walked over to the boys, the sound of their voices cutting through the air as they fought like always, the weight of that confusion dancing like a flame I wanted to extinguish. I pulled them apart, the sound of that agreement cutting through the silence as I turned to talk to him, the weight of that moment dancing through my chest like a melody I couldn't control. I bit my lower lip, the sound of that gesture cutting through the air as I stared at his form, the heat of him cutting through the silence like a flame I couldn't resist—his body wet with sweat, the sunglasses he always wore dancing on his face like a melody that seemed perfect that day.
After "confronting him," the sound of that interaction cutting through the air, we walked away and sat in the sun—me with Roby, the weight of that time dancing in my chest like a soft flame. After a while, I looked around, the sound of that movement cutting through the silence as I saw him sitting with other girls, the weight of jealousy dancing in my chest like a dark melody that cut through the air. I know I shouldn't feel this way because of Roby, but I couldn't help myself… The sound of that weakness echoed like a thunder I couldn't erase as I stood up from the chair, the weight of that decision cutting through the silence like a wild flame. "I'm going over there…" I said to Roby, the sound cutting through the air as I walked away, pushing Clark lightly in the back and moving to a less visible place, the weight of that impulse dancing in my chest like a melody I couldn't ignore.
He followed me, the sound of his footsteps cutting through the air as my heart raced, almost jumping out of my chest, the weight of that anticipation dancing like thunder cutting through the silence. When he arrived, the sound of his praise cut through the air like a soft flame, and I tried to tell him I was with Roby, the weight of that truth dancing in my chest like a melody I wanted to believe. But I wanted this—I wanted Clark in that moment, the sound of that desire cutting through the air like a flame I couldn't extinguish. He kissed me, the weight of that kiss dancing between us like a wild melody cutting through the silence, a mix of feelings exploding in my chest—the fear of being caught by Roby, the sound of someone seeing us and telling him dancing like dark thunder, the excitement cutting through the air like a flame reaching its peak. I was on fire, the weight of that desire dancing through my body as he held me tight, grabbing my ass with an intensity that cut through the air like a melody I wanted to consume. I wanted him to take me there, the sound of that longing dancing in my chest like a flame that cut through the silence, until he stopped kissing me, the weight of that gesture cutting through the air as I understood—Roby was looking for me.
After that, the sound of events cut through the air as I fought with Roby, the weight of that tension dancing like a dark melody I couldn't erase. Clark appeared again, the sound of his presence cutting through the silence as he carried me home, the weight of his words about passion dancing in my chest like a soft flame. "You can't control it…" he said, the sound cutting through the air as the weight of that truth echoed like a melody I agreed with. Neither I nor he could control what we felt for each other, the sound of that love dancing like a thunder that cut through the silence, too strong to be ignored. We were like magnets, the weight of that attraction cutting through the air as we held on to each other, the sound of that strength dancing in our hearts like a flame that, when we were together, made us stick together and never want to let go.