The Balletist

Eight

- "What are you saying with ' power' " I said
- This is a knowledge that only the ones with the necessary strength can control.
- Why only the ones with that strength?
- Because, someone who have not this strength can die trying to control it.
- So, you say my sister, Emily, is special?
- You are sure ms. Barrow.

The man continued walking and telling us were to go.
We followed him until Ben and I saw something like a hole where he was guiding us. It was a tramp.
All this have been a tramp, a tramp so I can have faith and no, no. This is not going to function!
I always knew it, Faith and Hope kills you and that is what killed Josh.
I am tired of always having hope and thinking that I can do something right.
I am tired of believing, tired of faith, tited of thinking that if I believe in something I could do it.

It was a tramp. Now I am going to die because of my faith.
" We will die and the cause is because of my faith and my hope and my couriosity." I said with tears of anger and depression falling by my cheecks.
" It's not your fault, El" Ben said leaving a cute and soft kiss in my cheek.
" Why? Why do you came here in first place? Why? I don't get it?" I said.
" Oh, Em! You still have no idea. And that is way I came? I still love you, Emily. I came because I love your way of being, I love your inocense, and I love your couriosity, your hope, your steength, your faith."
" Really?" I said with an excitment.
" I do. Really." He said grabbing my face in his strong hands.
Ben pulls me everytime closer to him. I can feel his warmth filling my cold body. We kissed with a love I have never had and while he hugs me and touch my awful curled hair.
We kissed and when we finally separated because of the air we have no idea where we are and the man is gone. Ben found a letter.

Continue your path. It doesn't matter who you find on your way continue if you want to see them again unless you are scared little scared ballerina and her blue prince. I will be waiting for you. Your sister sends you a good luck.

Atte: Peace Elite.

When I read little scared ballerina my sking turn to cold again making me stay under Ben's warmth. Blue prince? He is not my blue prince. Ben is just my prince not a blue one. Or not? Well. As I was thinking about Ben and blue prince; Ben takes my hand and he put his fingers in mine. I let my gaze fall under Ben.