Her eyes were the colour of autumn leaves falling from the trees. Not the bright orange, red and yellow, but the brown sad colour of something that’s long gone. I locked mine on hers, but she didn’t notice. She was searching for something, or someone. Dancing across the room, I marked every step she took, every movement she made. The music was loud, and I knew that when it would fade, my ears would still echo from the memories. It smelled like teenage angst and sweat, a bit like the locker room at school. The whole room burst from energy and joy, and as emerged in that same feeling I was a minute ago, I just couldn’t feel it right now. My mind was a blank and as much as I wanted to talk to her, I couldn’t. So I looked at her, swinging her hair while still looking around with a wild look. It felt magical, any moment some prince would come in on a white horse, taking the princess with the autumn leaf eyes to a castle to live happily ever after. But there was no prince, there was only me and a couple of hundred dancing teenagers.
A tap at her shoulder stole her away, the sad eyes turned into the warm colour of chocolate, and she disappeared into the crowd. Into the arms of her prince.