[attr="class","box2"]Orion was lost in thought as his hands worked on tightening his tie. His hazel eyes peering back at himself through the mirror. His face blank as he wondered of what his future might hold. This would be his final year at Primrose and his last prom as a student. He found these thoughts sobering.
He spent most of his years at the school as a typical frat boy, living for the chase and having a hard time finding a balance between classes and parties. His first few years he found himself almost thrown out for neglecting his obligations

He was now mature enough to realize what it was that saved his ass so many times before and helped him get on a better track. His red hair Goddess that was his date for tonight. She put up with his selfish nature but was smart enough to make him see the bigger picture at the end of the day.

He was content with his life, until that blonde with boobs came along and took away his lifeline. The stupid saying was all too true “you don’t realize a good thing until it is gone.” He somehow managed to get Lyric back but he ruined her relationship at the same time. They haven’t sat down to talk about everything since it has happened, they went back to how they were but even that felt off to him now. So now here he was, staring at himself in the mirror and wondering what it is that he wants in his life.

He grabbed his suit jacket and a clear box that contained the corsage he ordered for his date. He made his way out the door, hurrying to meet up with Lyric after he had noticed how much time as passed.

When he got close enough to spot her in the crowd, he stopped to admire her. She was all he could see in the sea of faces and that caused a smile to stretch on his lips. With each step towards her he thought of every reason he loved her. Her attitude. Her passion. Her insecurities. Her beauty. Her pain. Her love. Her smile. Her pout. He loved the good and bad. He stood before her, his mind finally stopped worrying about the future and focused on his present, his time with her.

“You are beautiful.” He spoke just loud enough and gave her a smirk that only came out for her. His eyes turning down to the box he was carrying under his arm. “This isn’t one of those tacky corsages, I had it custom made.” He spoke while opening the box, pulling out an intricate arm band that held some beautifully placed roses. When placed correctly, it would stop just below the elbow. “Too much?” he asked, holding it out to help place it for her.

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