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Dance

"Show me. Put all of your effort into it and show me what you can do."

I gave a little pep talk to Mitch before he went onto the stage. After the clapping died down, Mitch put a smile on his face and gracefully walked onto the stage, stopping as the music started. He looked over to me and winked. I smiled at him as he began to dance.

I slowly came to the realization that the song perfectly described our relationship.

'Beautiful'

By Christina Aguilera.

I haven't seen him dance to this song before. Whenever I asked about it, he would always tell me that it was a surprise. And he looked beautiful, as always, out there. It was perfect.

You could hear the rain outside, as it was lightly falling from the sky.

Everything was absolutely perfect.

Mitch was stunning.

He was dancing like there was no tomorrow.

Which, for Mitch, there might not be.

He was coming towards me.

I hadn't seen him reach me, as I was still in a trance by the gorgeous dance he created with no help whatsoever.

"Scott?"

I hummed in response. I suddenly felt a pair of lips on mine and I snapped out of the daze. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. "You did amazing, babe," I said. He smiled shyly. "Thank you."

We walked out of the building, hand in hand.

"I love you, Mitch."

"I love you more."

~

I sat next to Mitch in the hospital.

"Everything is going to be alright," I comforted.

"But, what if it's not? What if I die today, Scott?"

"You're strong, Mitch, you can do this."

Mitch sat on the bed and stared at the nurse, waiting for her to say something.

Mitch knew he was going to die.

"Mitch, I just want you to know this. You are beautiful in every single way. And words can't bring you down today." Mitch smiled at the thought of him dancing. It was his real passion. And I knew it.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Mitch lightly laughed, "Dying."

I shook my head, "It's not your fault."

He pulled me in for deep kiss.

"I'll miss you so much, Scottie," he said.

He looked torn apart. I knew he was trying to keep back the tears.

"It's okay to cry," I slightly smiled.

The tears rolled down his cheeks, one by one.

I kissed his forehead.

"Please don't cry for me. Please don't be sad about this. I know this is hard for both of us, but I'm not worth crying."

"Mitch, you are 100 percent worth crying about. But, if it's what you really want, I'll try not to."

He was losing this battle.

He can't fight for much longer.

I tried not to cry, squeezing my eyes shut every now and then.

"Goodbye, Scott. I love you so much. Remember the dance."

The dance kept replaying in my head.

"I love you, too, Mitch."

"I love you more."

Cancer won this battle.

I love you most.