Dancing on the rooftop.

It was one of those rainy summer night.
They were sitting outside of a small diner near his house.
She thought he's getting drunk.
So she said she needs to go home.
Then he kneeled down and reached out his hand to her and said,
'Please,please be my Punk rock princess!'
He wasn't drunk at all.
She said she's not punk anymore and she can never be a princess.



A week after, they were dancing on his rooftop.
She had never danced like that before.
Her cellphone was singing this song and she wished that he could understand her message.
He said he's in love with her but she said nothing back.

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It's been 3 years and I still think of that night.
When the night air smells like ......I smile and feel so lucky to had a chance to be somebody's last 'punk rock princess'.


섬(island)-nell