It had been a year exactly since i fell while i was on stage and shattered a bone in my leg, enabling me to ever professionally dance again.
I had been really close with the owner of my studio, so i asked if i could go visit everyone.
I was there all day, until they closed.
Even after everyone left, i stayed in the studio. I ended up trying to dance, using the bars for support even though my leg hurt, i ignored it, loving that i was dancing for the first time in a long time and imagining myself in stage again.
"I thought I'd find you here." A familiar voice said from the doorway as the music ended.
I looked over to see my boyfriend, Harry, walking towards me.
"Hey haz." I looked at my feet and walked back to the middle of the floor, sitting down with him.
"You miss it, don't you?" He asked quietly.
I nodded, a tear rolling down my cheek that Harry wiped away with his thumb.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this babe." He rubbed my back as i began to cry harder.
After a few minutes of me crying, Harry stood up and walked over to the music, turning it on.
I felt a pair of hands under my legs and around my back, Harry lifted me up effortlessly and set me on my feet, taking my hands and placing them on his shoulders.
"I'm forewarning you, I'm not a ballerina." He chuckled quietly, "but ill give it a shot for you." He kissed my cheek as i began to dance.
