He walked in and found her curled up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe, refusing to live. What's the matter child? he asked. She stared at him through those big brown eyes of hers and refused to say a word. He walked closer and sat down next to her. She pulled the blanket closer toward her and held on tight. The moment he reached out to touch her, she cringed. She could see the pain in his eyes, and it killed her, but she just couldn't help it. She'd been hurt far too much. His being around was only making things worse, although he didn't realise it and she wouldn't say it. She loved him. She loved the fact that he cared. She also hated the fact that he did.
A song playing in the background. He had asked for her hand, to dance. Just this one song. She knew how much it would mean to him. She got up, as reluctant as she was right then, just to make his night. They danced through the night, till their feet disowned them, till they moved in sync with each other. She was swept away by the person, the music, the moment. She finally let her guard down, going against years of experience telling her otherwise.
Experience proved to be right yet again. Here she was, living, breathing, moving, only for the moment. The moment he walked away was the moment it ended. The moment she ceased to breathe, move, trust. The moment she ceased to believe was the moment she ceased to live.
