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The Dance Of A Lifetime
You were tired out of dancing. Sweat beating down your collar bone. All hopes of dancing were gone until..
"Care for a dance y/n?"
A tall blond man you have never met asked for a dance.
Strange..
He dressed fancy. You'd assume he's a prince by the look of his perfect posture, emerald green eyes, slight blush on his cheeks.
"How do you know my name?" You said with a nervous yet steady tone.
"Word gets around your a pretty good dancer.." A song starts to play (Howls Moving Castle Theme Piano). You stand there confused deciding to brush it away for now. "Well let's dance." A slight grin grows on your mouth.
With a nod coming from the boy Infront of you he grabs you by the waist. You taking his shoulder as you place your hand on his. A classic ballroom dance move yet on this particular night, this was a dance no one has done before. Both of you were swaying to the sound of the piano.
He leans in closer to your ear. Whispering sweet nothings. You choke on your breath. As the song ends you both stop. He looks into you eyes as you do the same.
An odd night.
As he leans in. Lips almost touching. Your hands tangle his golden locks. It feels soft yet slightly ruff. Blond hair is so mesmerizing to you. The way it shines in the sun set. How rare it may seem to some people. They always get so much attention, if not you always see them somewhere.
Something so beautiful.
When your lips met his it was soft and tender. As if you're hugging warm and cozy laundry.
As you both pull away he says, "It's time for me to go." With a sudden turn he walked away.
Without hesitation you run after him catching his wrist, forcing him to turn your direction. With a shaky breath you say, "When will we meet again?" The golden boy smiled at you. He hands you an envelope.
You look confused yet pleased you got an answer. Then you feel a warm feeling on your forehead. The golden boy kissed your forehead.
He flees the scene as if the clock strikes midnight. But suddenly a question popped in your head.
