"Listen to me very carefully," He said after putting me against the wall.
"I cannot breathe without breathing in your air."
"I cannot hear without listening to the sound of your voice."
"I cannot live without feeling your heartbeat next to mine."
"...
The song One Last Time by Ariana Grande began playing but it was the sad version. It was slowed down, reverbed, and full of emotion. It was the perfect tune for my tears to dance to.
I knew Keith was moving around, I heard his chair scoot out and then I heard his footsteps step towards me. I just didn't wanna look at him, I refused to let him see my tears.
"Amilia..." he said softly. That was it, all it took was for him to say my name once and the waterworks flew from my eyelids. I didn't know why I was crying or why he made it harder to stop.
He squatted down towards my lap and handed me the handkerchief from his suit pocket. "You're messing up your pretty face paint," he joked.
I began laughing as I took his handkerchief and wiped my tears away with it. He took his teary handkerchief back, folded it up and put it back in his suit pocket with the mascara on it and all.
"Thanks," I told him. "You don't have to thank me," he replied. "It's my job..."
"Only because my brother isn't here by the way..."
"He's never here..." I mumbled carelessly.
Keith scratched his head and continued staring at me. "What?" I asked him. He then took his mask off and began smiling softly, exposing a dimple I never really knew he had. He knew how sad I was, it was like it bothered him.
He then held his hand out in front of me for me to latch on to. "May I have this dance?" He asked.
Nobody has ever really asked me to dance while sitting around looking sad. I know how stupid that is to say but it was true. Nobody really even came to save me when I needed to be saved, except for Keith or Pete. All of the boys back in school would just pass me up. Most of them were either dumb or too afraid to ask me to dance. My inner high school girl was screaming in excitement right now but me on the outside? I hated every second of it.
"Oh come on," he continued. "I know you want to..."
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I took in a deep breath and grabbed onto his hand. He pulled me in slowly as our hands locked onto one another while we looked into each other's eyes. We danced slowly with one another as the music surrounded us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt safe. "I didn't know you could dance," I teased him. "Keith the bad boy? Dancing? Slow dancing at that?"
"Yeah yeah.... well," he began. "There's a first time for everything," he tried to play off.
We both began chuckling as the song continued playing. It was like the song sounded more beautiful in the space me and Keith were in. The song echoed from each of the walls up here and it sort of made me feel better. Dancing with Keith made me feel better.
"I don't like to see you cry Amilia," he whispered to me. I quickly turned my head away from him, refusing to continue looking him in the eye.
"You don't have to hide your tears from me," he continued. "I see through you completely. I know when you're hurting, I know when you're happy, I know when you're afraid, and I know when you're sad. I can feel it... It's just sad that my brother can't..."
