When I lost myself somewhere..
In those magical pirouettes..
And learned to love her..
To the moon..
And
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.
~Beyond~
[Achievement]
Publishing date (July 26, 2016)
#315 in Short Story (August 3, 2016)
Featured at @WattpadShortStory
~ sillage - the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been gone, the trace of someone's perfume.
My heart raced furiously in the confinements of my ribcage as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The fleeting image of a ballerina crossed my mind as the sunlit curtains and halls enveloped her delicate silhouette lovingly. I almost felt her rippling the air around me while she swirled en pointe and sprinkled glitter on my wandering soul in the cloud of my imagination. I let my fantasy calm me down when my heart was acting the wildest it had ever done in my whole life.
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Opening my eyes, I blinked nervously in the dark and felt myself lost in a huge crowd of chattering people. Dabbing a tissue on my forehead, I waited for the moment of solace desperately. Never in my life had I seen such a large gathering and all the rolling lights around me made me feel really alone and tensed. I looked towards the object of fascination in front of me and sighed heavily. The stage was lit with magic but I missed her presence more than anything. Yes, it was true, I had missed the interview for her.
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After agonising moments of something what felt like eternity, the dancers twirled off the floor and gradually, the whole stage lit in soft glowing lights.
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