Lucy Gray couldn’t believe she almost went home. She told herself, just one more song. Just one more song and she could find you. Just one more song and you would be hers. But what were the chances? Everyone was dancing to the sound of her sweet southern voice, and he wasn’t with you. Coriolanus. Damn that man doesn’t know what he just left for any yearning hearts. What was she supposed to do? Not grab your wrist?

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.” She whispers in your ear as she pulled you out of the crowd and onto the wooden stage. Her arm snaked around your hip to stabilize you against her. Your arms almost naturally going around her shoulders, Lucy Gray couldn’t help the smile that graced her face as she continued to sing, acting as if everything was normal, and she didn’t just whisper her love to you. As if she didn’t just whisper that she could treat you better.

You knew she could, Coriolanus didn’t know how to treat you. He treated you as if you were a possession, never a ounce of love within his obsession. He’s off somewhere, you’re not even sure where. He could be drinking, aimlessly hitting on random women, you never knew where he snuck off to.

I could do the shit that he never did. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit

She wouldn’t quit, she continued playing this little game with you, continued to try to win your affection. Coriolanus didn’t deserve it. The universe divined you to be hers.