Dancing in the Dark

27. A Heart of Stone

It is so hard, somedays, to sift through the emotions that run through you.
To identify what you like and what you love and mainly, who.
But once you feel the first tug of love, it feels marvelous and wonderful and so scary until you are used to the falling.

But its the other bit that is nasty and ugly and the spitefulness can boil and bubble in a split second.

Especially when hurt.

Try not let that become who you are. I know deep down that you will be a kind person, one that can befriend anyone.

Always let love and kindness win. Because you will get your reward. It is all part of the universes plan for you.

We all must trial the ups and downs of life, the good and the bad. The happiness and sadness of it. It sucks, and it hurts and it can make life hard, but it is all a trial for each of our own happy endings.

August 2020
"Kim. Talk to me." Max pleaded as he followed me to my apartment door.

I spun on my heel, my face muscles tight. "Is is related to my dancing?" I asked him, still furious from a week ago. I wasn't sure why I was still angry, I'm not one to hold grudges, but here it is, still inside of me.

Max looked at me confused. "No."

"Then there is nothing to talk about." I shrugged out.

"Kim. Come on. We need to talk. I understand you're mad."

"I'm not mad." I stated. "I'm furious."

"Then let's talk." It pissed me off even more that Max was calm and collective at this. "I'm still working on it. From a professional and business side of things."

I took a deep breathe. "Max, I was ready to go else where. Back to London or try New York, back home, any where. I was willing to leave Paris for you." I could feel my throat tighten up and I knew the tears were going to follow.

"I didn't want you to do that though. That's why I'm trying to do it my way."

I stared at Max, stunned. "Your way? Did you even bother to think about what I was willing to do?" I placed my hands on my hips, waiting for the reply.

"I didn't want you to throw away your life dreams because of this!"

I wasn't sure what Max meant, but I think I was taking this the wrong way.

"This?" I asked him, my finger at him than me. "This is more than this! Forget it, Max. I'm sure Isabelle would be more than happy about this." I snarled at him.

I watched as Max's eyes narrowed. "Does she know?"

"I don't care, Max. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to stay in the shadows, listening to Isabelle brag about these advances she has been throwing at you. I don't want our relationship to be a secret anymore. But you have different plans." I snapped at him. "So I do too, now. Screw the whole lot of this! I have to pack." I quickly added before slipping in to my apartment and closing the door.

I had managed to do it before the crying started and for that I was glad. As much as I love and care for Max, I didn't want him to see me cry. Not this time. He had hurt me so much by this.