Our Last Dance

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Pacifica opened her eyes, and was instantly overcome by her surroundings. She was in a glen, surrounded by cherry blossom trees, which had petals falling off, incasing her in a hazy storm of pink. She brushed her hair behind her ear, and looked at what she was wearing. It was a light petal pink dress, floor length, with spaghetti straps. She looked at herself in awe, wondering when she had put this dress on and for what reason did she. She felt a smile creep onto her lips as she spun around, feeling like a princess. She suddenly stopped, and saw someone standing, a couple paces away from where she was currently positioned. The man across from her was wearing a sharp black suit with a blue talisman fashioned around his neck. The talisman was almost glowing and sparkling as much as his eyes were. And his eyes, Pacifica thought they were breathtaking. It was like the arctic ice caps were trapped in there, and had a thin coat of ice over them. Pacifica didn't know when, or how she failed to notice him meander over to her, she looked up and saw him staring down on her, with an-almost-blithe smile on his palish face. Pacifica blinked a few times to make sure what she was seeing, was real. And sure enough, she was really here, the scenery was real, and he was real. He didn't say anything, and in her heart, Pacifica knew that he didn't have to. He offered a hand to her, and she willingly clutched it. He led her to the middle of the cherry blossom tree crowd, and Pacifica felt her face get hot. He stopped her in the middle, and put a hand on her waist, whereas Pacifica, put a hand on his shoulder. She grabbed his hand gently, and brunette male and blonde beauty, waltzed as pretty pink petals, danced around them, as if they were waltzing with the couple. The man spun Pacifica around and then brought her closer to him, then repeated that once more. Pacifica remembered that she had never waltzed before, but somehow, she remembered it like she had done it yesterday. They kept in time with the slow duet of piano and violin tune that danced through the air, making the dance more mystical than it already was.

The man dipped Pacifica one final time before the music ended. Pacifica, as he lifted her back up, gazed into the blue gems that happened to be his eyes, and found that he was staring right back at her. He blinked slowly before Pacifica threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would be alone in the world. She eventually let go of him, and took a step away from him. Amusement sparkled in his eyes, but there was something else, and Pacifica noticed it. It wasn't just happiness, it seemed like there was a twinge of, sorrow. She gasped when she realized that he was fading away. "N-no, please don't go!" She cried, as he became more and more evanescent. He looked Pacifica right in the eye, before he completely vanished, and said, "Goodbye."

Pacifica woke up, right as the phone rang. She glanced around the room, searching for her phone. When she finally found it, she held it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, sounding a little more panicked than she hoped to be.

"Pacifica?"

Pacifica was surprised to hear the voice of Mabel Gleeful, but it sounded hoarse, like she had been crying. "Y-yes?" Pacifica held the phone closer to her ear, praying she didn't miss a word Mabel had spoken.

There was sniffling on the other end and Pacifica's eyes widened, "h-he's...." Mabel broke off into a quiet sob.

"He's what?!" Pacifica exclaimed, hoping Mabel would finish her sentence.

The sobbing became quieter and then quickly died down. "H-he's gone." Mabel had managed to say.

"............" Pacifica's lip quivered as she heard Mabel ask her if she was still there. She let go her phone and let it fall to the floor, as tears welled in her eyes. She let them run down her face, and it was one tear at a time, before the dam in her eyes broke. They poured down her face like a waterfall, on full blast.

And she wept~

♡♥♡♥♡
Night my musicians.
One week till my birthday

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