Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Epilogue

Lisa

She danced under the magical golden sky, magnificent and an unrealistic beauty. It was sensational…breathtaking. She enchanted me.

But this…this beautiful moment was hers.

Nobody could steal it away. Not even me.

Pride filled my chest. My sweet myshka deserved this. This and so much more.

Today, her dream was becoming true. A dream she had many years ago, a dream that was once stolen from her.

Yet today…she was here. On this stage, dancing for all to see, admire, and be enchanted.

There she was, my Jennie. My dancing swan. Her elegance shone through, each step flowing like a water down the river. She glided across the stage as if she owned it, had it memorized in her tiny head.

She danced like the rest of us breathe air.

She danced…

And I fell more in love.

Once the music ended, Jennie stopped too, right on time. The rest of the dancers came to a stop behind her, and in a synchronized movement, they all bowed to the audience.

The crowd clapped, cheered, and went a little crazy. From my spot, I watched as the Kang women stood from the first row and were clapping and cheering louder than the other people.

My girl deserved this.

All of this…a family. Ballet. Love. Everything she ever dreamed of as a child.

Her happy ending. I gave this to her, I made it happen, I kept my vows.

I found myself smiling as I watched her bring her right hand over her chest, placing it over her beating heart. It bet it was erratic right now, wild, uncaged. Free and flying so high. I was far away from the stage, hidden in the shadows, leaning against the wall, but—I saw it. Her smile.

Beautiful.

I remembered her words before. When I had told her one day, she was going to dance on the stage of The Royal Opera House. Just like she always wanted. One day, the audience would cheer for her and ask for an encore.

Jennie had said that it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t hear them. She would only hear the silence.

I told her…she would feel it in her heart. Jennie had been unconvinced that day.

Today, she took out her hearing aids. She chose to dance without listening to the music. Jennie knew it by heart, in her soul.

And she told me…I don’t want to hear them cheer for me. I want to feel the audience.

So she did.

She was dangerous for my heart and wild for my soul.

I needed to feel her, a sheer desperation that was fed with a passion I had no control over. I wanted her inside me, so deep in the marrow of me. In return, I wanted to own every bit of her…

For a brief moment, I was jealous. Jealous of everyone who had…or were seeing her dance, in this very moment. That beauty only belonged to me.

I wanted to steal her away. Capture her demand for her to only dance for me. The urge to lay my claim on her heart, over and over again, was strong.

Her eyes found me, where nobody else could see me. But she saw me…

My eyes widened as I watched her leave the stage. My lungs clenched, my breath stuck in my throat, and my heart…fuck…my heart was a wild mess as Jennie ran to me. The audience was forgotten. The world slipped away.