Soft patters across the floorboards send my heart soaring, memories of my childhood flooding back. I say "childhood" but It wasn't that long ago, and I was a teenager.
I sigh, and find myself longing for the days where my feet would slip into shoes that would help me to glide across the floorboards myself. I pick my hands up and extend my arms out all the way to shoulder height. My foot sweeps in front of the other. I pick myself up onto my toes and take a step.
The music starts.
Turns and sweeps fill my head, and I know where I'm going to go next, my head already facing that direction.
Down, up, down, down.
Another turn, this time I extend to a leap.
A crescendo picks me up into the air, and I land with a thud.
I rub my sore ankle and I notice my head hangs for a bit.
Why did I stop back then?
Why did I leave the thing that brought a smile to my face?
My hands tremble, and my vision becomes blurred.
Why am I just sitting here, unable to do anything?
Why did I allow this to happen?
I hold my head in my hands for a moment.
"Dance with me?"
I look up into his face. He's grinning softly.
"But I-" My voice stops.
"Dance with me?" He says again, this time stronger and more pointedly. A serious look on his face.
I smile, and take his hand.
He pulls me up.
The music starts again.
So does the dance.
A soft melody seeps it's way into my skin, and next thing I know, I'm dancing once again, this man by my side. Elation fills me up inside and I feel a smile stretch across my face, bigger than ever before, my heart pounding to the beat of the song.
How have I never felt this way before?
A laugh escapes my lips and I look at his face to see a warm grin on it.
The song softens for a moment, and time seems to freeze, before it picks up again, and I'm sent into a dizzying spiral.
"This is magical." I accidentally say out loud.
More spins arrive and I sink into them with ease, my arms tucked in close.
The music comes to a close and I look up at him once more, to find he's gone.
There is no more of my magical Par de Deux.
Maybe it will be back one day.
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Words on the Pages (one shot collection)
NezařaditelnéA small compilation of oneshot stories I thought sounded nice when I wrote them but couldn't be bothered finishing. The mature rating is on, just in case, so, yeah.
