Moon Dance

It was tour time again and I had made the conscious decision to join Angelo even though I would have to face Chris the whole time. Angelo swore that if it got to be to much that I would fly home at once and stay there until he got back. I refused to let anyone keep me away from Angelo any longer and when I walked up those bus steps and saw Chris sitting there I walked right passed him to put my stuff in Angelo's bunk. I could tell all eyes were on us two and I made it very clear that I was doing just fine without him. Angelo followed in right behind me and kissed my cheek and I squeezed his hand to reassure him that I was okay. I headed back out and sat on the couch propping up a book in my lap saying a quick hello to all the guys.When I looked up I could see Chris's eyes on mine as they seemed to search for something. I met him with the most confident look I could muster and went back to reading my book. Soon it was time for their sound check and I headed into Angelo's bunk to take a nap and listen to music. When I couldn't sleep I started singing and dancing around the bus and listening to music. As my phone shuffled to I'm Glad Your Dead by Bobaflex, I could feel it deep in my bones and began singing it as I moved my body to the rhythm of it. I put it on repeat as each time my voice became lower and more angry while I danced around the bus until I was screaming the lyrics angrily until I collapsed down on the couch and closed my eyes.

"You should scream more often."

I looked up to see Chris standing there watching me and I stood up and walked over to him. I pushed him up against the counter top and looked up at him, his golden eyes holding a look of indecision.

"All that anger, that hurt was directed towards you. It's only perfect irony that you heard it all."

"Aurora, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it when you punch the person you supposedly love in the face. Accident or not it shouldn't of happened at all. Do you feel better now? You wanted to prove something and in the end you did. You proved that you're a real fucking asshole and I was mistaken to even have feelings for you.," I slapped him then, the surprise registering on his face, "I hope you burn in hell."

Notes

title credit: I'm Glad Your Dead, Bobaflex.

-Kia