The curtain opened, she found her self searching the crowd for the pair of eyes that invaded her dreams. Forgetting in that single moment she was not allowed to search the audience for him anymore. He were not her's, anymore.
She was not allowed to run her fingers through his hair and tangle them into your curls. Or laugh at his corny jokes. Or lay tangled in his sheets. And yet here she was wishing that she could find him in the crowd. That maybe he had put aside her mistakes and come to watch her dance as he once did.
It had once given her space to breathe, to know one person in that audience was not going to judge her by the point of her toes or by the way she danced the pas du cheval.
Her breathe tightened and her heart fluttered as the music began to play. He was not here to watch her dance. She let out a breathe and began to move.
She let her anger with him slip into her light footsteps and guide her graceful turns. Her breathing turned heavy as she made her final move and finished. She hoped he knew she was angry with him, that he somehow felt her anger transfer to him.
When her eye searched the crowd once more, she found him. His wild green eyes tantalizing even from this distance as he clapped along with the rest d the audience. He was here, but when she blinked he was gone and another man with sea green eyes has taken his place.
