Taken

The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

She put her hand on her hips, it's really crowded here, she thought as people walked past in the tiny store. "Anything you like baby?" she turned to face him. His smile grew wider, "Yes" he whispered, turning her around like a doll. He pointed towards something in front of her. She squinted her eyes, realizing what he was talking about. "Perfect, isn't she" he said, talking about his girl's reflection, "I like that the best."

She tiptoed as he pulled her closer for a kiss. "Yes, unfortunately I think she's taken," she teased. They slipped out of the store just as the familiar tune of Billy Jean started playing. He took her hand in hers, she moved closer to him. She loved how tiny her hand felt in his palm, the security she got from such a simple touch. She intertwined her fingers with his when she felt the cold metal.

She stood still for a moment, regaining herself. The cold metal was a constant reminder. She felt numb, as her breathing grew faster. Yes, he's taken, she sighed; unfortunately, not by me.