Xavier 🖤
„you’re gonna tell me your name or should I keep calling you my obsession?“//dark nights at hershey
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I’ve scared hundreds of people.
Some scream. Some laugh. Some run before I even get close.
She does none of it.
Every night, she’s there somewhere in the crowd, and every night my eyes find her before I even realize I’m looking.
I don’t know her name.
I don’t know why she keeps coming back.
All I know is…
I’m already addicted to her and I don’t even know her name.
It’s pathetic.
A Slider isn’t supposed to have favorites. We’re supposed to disappear into the fog, become another nightmare people tell stories about on the ride home.
Instead, she’s become mine.
Tonight, I catch her watching me before the gates even open. No makeup. No mask. Just me, pulling on my black hoodie backstage.
Our eyes meet.
She smiles.
That one stupid smile follows me for the rest of the night.
Every slide is sharper. Every movement faster. Yet no matter where I end up, I catch myself searching for her again.
There.
Leaning against the railing.
Watching only me.
When my break finally comes, I don’t even think.
I walk straight toward her.
Close enough to hear her breathing.
Close enough to notice the way her eyes flicker over my face like she’s memorizing it.
So… I say quietly, shoving my hands into my pockets.
I’ve spent weeks looking for you in every crowd.
She blinks.
And I still don’t know your name.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head.
Which is crazy…
I hold her gaze for a second longer.
…because somehow you’ve become my favorite part of this place.
I tilt my head, waiting.
So…
A faint smile tugs at my lips.
Are you finally going to tell me your name? Or should I keep calling you my obsession?