Y/n danced in the small room of her town's only dance studio. Her body was so controlled as she moved, her hands moving up and down every time she spun around. Her little skirt rising and falling at the same rate as her hair. Her lips moved with the counts of choreography.
For a moment she stopped to look around the small room. She had been dancing here ever since she was two years old, every time she took a step into a new dance move, she could see herself growing up, through that mirror. She watched herself every year for the past nineteen years.
Now, this was her only home, after her mother died, her father abandoned her. He left with no choice, but to stay here. For six years she's been living here, being raised by her lovely dance instructor, Tahlia Matson. Tahlia lived in the small apartment right above the dance studio, it had two bedrooms. Y/N had her own room, while Tahlia and her husband shared the remaining room.
In her room, there were pictures, pictures of a boy she knew long again. He was somebody she used to know. She knew him as her best friend, the man who told her that she could do anything. He told her that she was the best dancer he'd ever seen in his life.
There was one photo specifically that she loved. The girl and the boy were in the little dance studio. The boy loved to see her dance, even if the dance wasn't that good.
"Y/N, dance for me," He used to say when she brought him to the little dance studio.
"I'm not that good.." The young girl said.
"You will always be amazing in my eyes, please dance for me," He'd whisper and she would blush, then she'd get up to dance. She'd twist and turn and go on her tiptoes, but the smile never left her face. The boy watched her with stars in his eyes. He'd known her since kindergarten and every year he watched her improve.
The next morning, Y/N exited her bedroom to go eat some breakfast.
"Good morning, darling." Her dance instructor said.
"Hi," The girl responded.
"Y/n, honey, can you tell me about the friend that you have pictures of in your room?" Tahlia asked, giving the dancer her plate with buttered toast.
"Well, he was very fun to be around."
"Ooh, tell me more," The older woman smirked.
"I never liked him that way, but there was always something about him that no other guy I knew had. He was always a little taller than me, and he always used that as an opportunity to tease me. Not in a bad way of course, you could tell that he cared. Sometimes I wish that I did like him that way, because he was just so sweet and affectionate toward me. I honestly was too young to tell if he liked me that way, but always felt as if he did."
"How long has it been since you've seen him?"
"I haven't seen him since fifth grade, which is about eleven years." Y/N took a moment to realize how long it's been since she has seen her best friend.
"Would you like to see him again?" Tahlia sat next to the girl and took a hold of her hand.
"I would like that, we never got to have a proper goodbye, especially because we both didn't know that we wouldn't see each other for eleven years. I miss him, Lia." Y/N felt tears start to fall down her cheeks.
"Oh," Tahlia wiped the tears from the girl's cheeks, and hugged her. "Sweet heart. I promise that you will be able to see him again soon."
"I wanna feel his warmth again, I want to spend time with him, just like we used to."
"You will very soon, I guarantee it."
