Megans POV
"So what exactly are you scared of?" Luke asks in a caring tone,his eyes staring straight at me. I now realise that there's no backing out,I finally have to tell someone how I feel,how I've always felt ,maybe ill feel good after ,but what if I don't what if I instantly regret it like I always do with everything,I guess is just an unpredictable result.
"Its abit more complex then being scared I guess" I answer attempting to not make eye contact.
"You can tell me, I'm here to listen not judge,just listen" he adds with a slight smile,one that made my heart flutter everytime I saw it.
I gave him a slight nod and push a hand through my hair ,moving it to one side nervously.
"You see,dance helps me in a way that people can't,it can't judge me. When I dance I let out all my anger,all my emotions ,all that pain I hold inside without having to let out a single tear or having to speak to someone who probably doesent care. Its like my own therapy, I know that if I have a bad day that its okay because when that 3 minutes of a song is done,ill feel a lot better. Without dance I feel completely hopeless like yesterday I cried 3 times in one day,I learned how to control it before,but now I can't stop. I don't want help,I just want to dance."
I watch his reaction as I finish the last sentence taking a deep breath straight after wanting to take back everything I just said.
"What if you had someone that could help you just like dance does?" He replies,not looking at me at first until he lifts his head up to face me.
"I don't have that,I never have" I reply realising how much I've told him already.
"Well you have me"I adds his eyes looking straight into mine
"You'll leave just like the rest,it always happens " I say breaking the eye contact
"I'm not leaving even if you want me to" he answers "I want to help" he adds
