Silence again.

"Come to the party."
The villain teased, holding Y/n's hand in a surprisingly gentle grip.
The hero scolds the villain's methods but eventually agrees with him.

People were still talking, but the girl was only focused on here.
"Come to the party."
It echoed around.
Her dreams, her fantasies, could all come true.

It was her birthday, so why not?

When her shift finished, she fled home. She rushed to the wardrobe, something cute or revealing? Her mind raced between each option, each scenario and their endings, each word they could say, and each touch they would give.

Or would they give?
If they knew her secret then surely not.
But would they have to know?

Once her decision was made, she looked over to the spot where it all happened ages ago.

Apparently it was raining that day. There was a storm and it was deafening.
How old was she again? Six or seven? No one told her.

To be fair, it was 10 years ago.