All went way too fast. I was in a theatre waiting for her to perform but that had never happened.
She told me to be there at 9 PM but I went earlier, as usual. Couldn't handle the excitement of seeing her dance and more knowing we were talking about this important theatre. One of her dreams.
I wasn't really a big fan of this type of dance but I would do it all for her. Even have to deal with the old people sitting next to me looking for one of their grandchildren. Couldn't they be more silent? The answer seemed to be a no.
But hey, you forget all these things when you're there for someone that means a lot to you. When they mean a little bit too much to you.
Going back to the start, we were in the end of the first act already. It was the time for her performance but something went wrong. One of the main ballerinas had fallen off in the stage when she was doing the opening of her variation. No one seemed to notice, perhaps they thought it was a mistake but I didn't see it like that.
2 minutes and we weren't getting any information about her, who was still on the floor. Everyone started to panic now. I knew something was off because she had just fell to the floor from nothing like if someone had kicked her in the feet.
I didn't care about her though, but as no one was coming out of the backstage I decided to go and check by myself. Little did I know, I would see the most horrible scene of the night.
All the people who stayed in the backstage were laying down on the floor. Including her. They seemed to be sleeping but this was too weird for a dance performance. I couldn't do anything but to call someone else to tell the situation to the police. I blanked out when I saw her like that.
The police officer went outside the theatre to tell us something about poisoning. We were all shocked. How can someone poison 90 ballerinas, staff included? It didn't have any sense. And we ended losing our minds when the policeman said that there wasn't any signal of life. They were all dead.
No, no, no, no. She couldn't be dead. She was just sleeping, she had to wake up some day, right? All the people were so young. This just didn't make any sense at all.
I asked the officer if I could enter and see her with my own eyes because I normally don't believe anything until I see it. He said yes, but I only had some minutes to do it before they and the detectives entered again.
I just needed 3 minutes to break into million pieces. She was, indeed, dead. She wasn't moving nor breathing. I tried to take her pulse and nothing. I tried to make her wake up but again, nothing happened. She was truly dead and so was I.
"Why, my darling? Why it had to be you and not me?" I was looking at her beautiful, pale face. Without any marks or bruises that could tell me what happened to her in the last minutes she was alive.
She was on the backstage's floor, with a beautiful, blue dress that fitted her very well. I wondered why was she so beautiful and why was she friend of a person like me. It was totally unfair. Thoughts aside, I looked at her lips. This was probably my opportunity. The opportunity I was always waiting for.
And I took it. I made sure no one was looking right before I kissed her lips. Maybe these could still having something poisonous that could take me with her, wherever she was. It was sweet, soft and how I often imagined it to be in my dreams but with the difference that she was dead, like my feelings now, too. I've always loved her lips and being able to kiss them was a privilege I haven't used correctly.
She was gone before I could even tell her. She left me and I couldn't do anything because I'm too dumb to do it. I cried for her a lot of times and I'm here, doing it again. How didn't I live my life and confessed before? Why didn't I enjoy my time with her before?
