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Lonely Dancer

I sat in the last row of the small auditorium watching the boy I knew for more than a half of my life. But I didn't want him to see me.

 His dance was amazing as always. Not noticing the performance ended until people started leaving I remained seated. I waited...I waited until the auditorium was empty excepting me. 

Just as I was about to stand up and scold myself for waiting for something I knew wouldn't happen again, I saw a person standing on the stage. I was frozen with fright, hoping that he didn't see me. 

It was him. 

He stood there for a while, but then he started performing again. Just as he used to do when I still was by his side. 

After his every recital or competition, he waited until everybody left and then came to the stage. While I was sitting in the very back row, just like now, he performed for me.

'But why is he still doing this? Why does he do this to himself? Why doesn't he just move on and forget me, just like everyone else did?'

But I stayed, I watched him dancing until I couldn't see him clearly through my tears and until he finished. There was a complete silence, yet I could hear the echo of my clapping and my words of encouragement.

 Then he sat in the center of the stage and just stared into the auditorium for a minute.

 'He couldn't possibly know I was here, right?' 

After a while he said: "I hope you liked my dance, I know it wasn't the best, but I really hope you weren't disappointed. Just...could you please let me know that you're still here? That you didn't leave me? That...that you kept your promise?" He bowed his head and I could hear him crying, and so I decided to break one more rule.

I took out the letter that I wrote to him and placed it on my usual seat in the back row. 

Then I left.

 Unfortunately, he heard the door opening and closing and ran after me.

 I didn't let him see me, I couldn't. Therefore, I watched him break down in front of the auditorium. After a while he returned inside. I stood there for a while longer, but then I left with a heavy heart.

 After all, I was supposedly dead.

If you are reading this, it means that I decided to break more rules than I already did when I came to see you. 

First of all, I want to tell you that you're an amazing person with the biggest heart I have ever known and with so much talent and potential. 

Secondly, I want to tell you not to harm yourself. I know that their words can sometimes affect you, but please, for me, believe in yourself, don't let anyone drag you down, because you are and always will be my angel. 

And lastly, I kept my promise. In my thoughts I'm always with you even though I can't stand right beside you, just know that I'll never forget you. I'll be always cheering for you from the back.

 Goodbye, my dear butterfly.

P.S. By the time you start looking for me, I'll be long gone.

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Let me know if you want me to continue writing this one as I have a few ideas, but I'm not quite sure if I'll make them into a story.