Throughout the night, you tried to distract yourself with your friends, laughing with them over stupid things that you remembered had happened in the past school years, dancing, and trying to forget that tingle in your chest. You told yourself it was your fault for never confessing your feelings earlier, for always holding back out of fear. Yet, it didn't make the ache any easier to bear, when you noticed him now dancing with his prom night, whilst she covered him in sweet kisses.

As the night drew to a close, the crowd was ushered outside to the back of the hall, where the final firework display was set. You found yourself standing alone, gazing up at the sky as bursts of colour painted the night. Without you noticing, Scaramouche approached and stood silently beside you. He too watched the fireworks, his expression contemplative. After a few moments of shared silence, he spoke, his voice quiet but clear.

"You know, I used to like you back then."

His words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between what could have been and what was. You both turned to face each other at the same time, his face and neck tinted in lipstick from his date, and his tie slightly askew. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze to the side, adjusting his tie back in place, to then eventually turn back looking at the fireworks. The fireworks were meant to be beautiful, but he was even more so than beautiful tonight.

"Anyways, I just wanted to say it. Since graduation and all, we might not see each other that often."