The Final Dance [One-Shot]

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Numbness start to creep within her body.. but not within her soul.. not even within her heart as she can still feel the nostalgia of yesterday bliss., she could still hear the memories of once happy past, smell the fragrance of the love she received and taste the romance she once owned…

At this moment, her white dress twirl, white flowers start to fall.. one by one the green mountains her heart made start to crash.. but she was not affected by the aghast that the people around her felt.. and instead the once pained self already placed at ease for the numbness already engulf her body..

Then the rhythm is already complete and she start to dance within the thin red line of life and death, every step was perfection but with hesitation, hesitation not because she might fail the choreograph of a farewell but if she want to stop the music and leave..

Every disturbance start to disappear and the hesitation is the only one that left but then.. the tranquility that arising to every of her nerve is addicting.. the tranquility that didn’t touch her soul for a long time..

The calmness that she always craved for.. one step.. another step.. one sway of her hips another twirl… she already decide it.. she entered the door full of tranquilizer.. and smell every odor of it but knowing that things will never be the same, she start to ask herself if she’s going to regret this.. but forever of tranquility is not something to be regretful right?

She prepared herself to do the final step,.. she leap gracefully and fly through the madness of bliss, close her eyes and let the tranquility intoxicate her whole being. Wind of calmness blew her hair away in a very majestic way and she couldn’t care less as the time already slip on her palms..

As her feet touched the ground.. she realize that it’s not really the ground.. but instead something unfathomable, like stars or clouds.. and that’s when she know that she did it, because she know that she is about to rest in peace.

“Time of death?”

“9:30 pm”

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