"𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?"
A collection of my short stories; some for competitions and some spin offs from role plays. Some I just make for the hell of it.
Prequel short story part 6: Esmeralda and Gregorio
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I stood with him in the music room, my hands in his. He gently swayed with me and then pulled me closer by my waist so my head rested against his chest. "I want to perform again," I said, breaking the silence that had been stretched between us. "I want to dance."
"We are dancing," he said without a smile in his voice. I rubbed my puffy eyes on his shirt, sniffing.
"I mean really dance. It used to be my therapy, an escape. I want it back. Before I'm too pregnant to move, I want to dance." I clutched his shoulder in desperation and my other hand went to the back of his neck.
