it was finally prom time of the year, everyone had their hair done, acrylics on, lash bars were full to the brim, the only problem was the war. That’s why your school was being guarded by North American soldiers just incase the Federation attacked.

looked as attractive as always, you and your friends entered the venue. Soldiers surrounded out outsides of the building, not really minding being on guard for trouble. You were so excited to see your date, they told you to meet them there as a surprise. But when you entered the dance floor, your partner was kissing another girl….

heartbroken, you ran outside. The moonlight shining, the garden lit under the starts, it was a huge private venue so you went to one of the balcony’s to hide your tears. That’s when a soldier also walked onto the balcony.

“…are you alright?” He said looking down at you sadly, his hands holding onto his vest straps. You nodded as he looked down at you sitting on the bench. He walked over, bending down to your level before wiping away your tears without messing up any make up or glitter.

“don’t cry.” Hesh said making eye contact with you, then holding you hand and lifting you to your feet. “would you like this dance?”