Never Ending

The Dancing

Belle was tired. No she was more than that, she was exhausted. She had not gotten to sleep until 4 that morning because the stinging in her eyes did not allow her to close them but somehow the thought of her learning choreography from some of the most valued dancers in the industry kept her going. With that, she hesitantly turned off her phone to avoid the temptation of giving in to his one thousand and one apologetic messages and I love yous. As she walked with her head down trying to shake the sickening thoughts of his lips touching someone else's she saw the bleeding, blistered feet of the many dancers that lined the edge of the hall. She was in a room crowded with hundreds of people but she felt so alone. There was an emptiness inside of her only he could fill and the hole in her heart was perfectly shaped like him. The warmth of Maddie's hug from behind gave her a sense of relief and escape from this scary path her mind was taking her on. Maddie was similar to Belle. She was always cheerful , loved to dance and was optimistic about almost everything. Maddie knew something was hurting Belle but knew Belle would not want to talk about it, so instead she gave a friendly hug to remind her that she was loved. It worked and instantly Belle felt less lonely.

As the first choreographic session began Belle was swiftly taken away to her happy place. The movements consumed her as she danced as one with the music. Advanced dancers were beside her which normally would have intimidated Belle however, she was so completely in love with this dance she did not seem to care. It was so magical. All the emotion she was feeling inside poured out into her performance which made the dance so much more captivating. Anyone watching Belle was completely in awe. Her turns were perfectly balanced and her feet were presented flawlessly. Never in her life had she danced with such perfection and it grasped the attention of bystanders. After performing in small groups a little girl approached Belle. She had curly blonde hair that was tied back into pigtails and had the prettiest dark brown eyes similar to ones of a puppy dog. In the softest and sweetest voice she said, "I wish I could dance like you" and then ran off shyly into the crowd. Little did that young girl know that she had just made Belle's day. That small comment made all her problems seem so small and irrelevant because she was finally being appreciated for creating art.

By the last session of the day her body was aching. Flexing and stretching her feet sent harsh shocks up through her calf and the cramping in her hips was getting increasingly worse. "You look like you are in a bit of pain". The voice came from behind her. As Belle turned her head she was confronted by a young male who looked around her age. His hair was a dark brown and his smile was the cheekiest but most charming one she had ever seen. "I'm Brodie". The stranger had a name. Belle then realised this was probably the appropriate time to introduce herself, "I'm Belle". His reply, "pretty name" was followed by a wink. She could have died right there. His charm was extremely overwhelming. The voice over the microphone  quickly interrupted her puppy dog eye stares. The voice told the dancers to pair up as the next session was salsa. Belle had no experience in salsa whatsoever so was just hoping to relax and have some fun. However, Brodie had other plans. He walked over to Belle and asked her to pair with him. Now he was her partner she had this urge to be undeniably good. She held his hand and was comforted by the intertwining of their fingers. He was gentle and she admired that. Belle soon realised she was crushing on this boy she had literally only known for 10 minutes and she could not quite comprehend how that was possible. They connected immediately as a partnership and were dancing comfortably with one another within minutes. This chemistry was recognised by the choreographer and soon led to them demonstrating above the many jealous dancers. Belle was successfully distracted. The frustration and hurt she was feeling magically poured out of her through dance. Yet again, dance had saved her soul.

When Belle returned to the hotel room she had a warm shower and a cup of tea. The dance day had dragged any life that was left out of her but thankfully she felt cleaner because of it, both physically and mentally. However, to not much surprise she received another message within minutes of returning to the comfort of fresh hotel sheets and fluffed pillows.

Please forgive me, I need and want you in my life

If Belle knew then what she knew now she would have told herself to walk away with her head held high and never look back because morally he was not worth what she was about to experience. But of course, in the days to come she forgave him and fell back into his arms when she returned home. She held back the tears when she kissed him because knowing that those perfect lips had been connecting with others was indescribably painful. She pretended she was over it so she wouldn't cause any trouble between them but the empty kisses became the solid foundation of her trust issues and loyalty worries. None the less she listened and absorbed the little lies he whispered into her ear so delicately she almost believed them.

But of all the lies Alex told Belle, "I love you" was her favourite.