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Last Dance (Nayeon)

A short but heartbreaking story ahead: (Based on what happened to me) read this while listening to something sad.

Today's the day! I'll finally go to prom... It'll start at 5pm and it's already 2pm- i feel lethargic so I'm just staying in my bed.

I can't help but think about the possibilities and about her...

Will i be able to ask her to dance with me? Will it be awkward because she rejected my feelings?

Who am i kidding... I'm sure it will.

I got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath and in there, i cried.

I'm so stupid.. She hates me.

-at prom-

I went to our designated table and looked for her as i sat down.

And there, near a column, sat a girl wearing a ruby red dress. She looks stunning, she's like an angel.

The program started and i kept stealing glances every minute. I can't help it, she's really beautiful..

The time to dance came, i asked a lot of people but i never had the courage  to ask her, i went back to my table, i kept asking myself:

"should i risk it?"

Fuck this, I'm asking her.

"Can i?" i asked hesitatingly.

"Uhm" she nodded but didn't do anything, she just stood there... Both of us feeling awkward...

I left and went back to our table.

I feel like shit, why the fuck did i do that!? why am i like this? WHY CAN'T I FORGET MY FEELINGS FOR HER!? WHY DO I LIKE SOMEONE WHO- who can't even love me back.. Why am i so stupid?

I cried and cried til' my friend asked me to dance, i was about to reject him til' he grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor.

He hugged me while we slow danced and whispered to me

"It's all right, I'm here... I know she rejected you, but don't let that get in the way, dance with her, ask her again... It's worth the risk"

I looked at him and smiled

"I will"

With that he guided me back to our table and left.

I contemplated once again..

I got up and went to her, i asked her and we "danced"

It wasn't really a "dance"? She was awkward and she couldn't even hold my hand. I felt dumb, again.

After that, we went back to our tables and i looked down the whole night..

Til' the last song came..

I grabbed her and told her to dance with me one last time.

Again, she couldn't look at me, she couldn't even get close to me...

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. We danced til' the last song came to an end.

I was happy because she was my last dance that night and since it was the last song, coincidentally, i too, was her last dance.

I went home smiling like an idiot and went to sleep.

Until i opened my twitter account...
And there, i saw something that made me fall apart.

She tweeted: "I wasn't happy with my last dance"

She- she hated it. She hated me.. She-

Words were starting to swarm my head and i cried while muttering "I'm sorry" repeatedly.

I'm sorry for being your last dance.