The Last Dance

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Cheyenne Nicole Moore,
Beloved daughter, sister, dancer, and girlfriend.
We will remember you always.

1997 - 2014
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Cheyenne was dying, but she was dying happy. Cancer had taken over her body, causing it to function incorrectly. Of course, she could take chemo to treat the illness, but as herself, she knew that if she was cursed with this disease, it surely must be her time to go.

Sure, it was incredible to even find strength within herself to stand but she managed. As long as she knew she was doing it for her love and for her passion. Her love and passion were two completely different things but fortunate for Cheyenne, they both mixed well together. Her first and last love, Nathaniel Diggens, her passion, ballet.

Nathaniel Diggens was always there for Cheyenne. He was there when other children bullied her, when she was feeling low on any given day, when she studied so hard for a test she ended up failing, and lastly, Nathaniel was there to hold her hand and kiss away her tears when she was informed of her diagnoses.

And so Cheyenne stood there, on top of a large building in the arms of her love. They could see thousands of people below them buzzing around, going on with their daily life. The sun was in the midst of setting, letting it's beautiful golden ray settle over the two standing in each other's embrace. The words to their shared favorite song flow through the speakers into their ears. It was the song they first heard when they met, and the plan was for it to be their last song they heard together. Tears leaked from both of their eyes, but they knew it was for the best. Letting the cancer spread throughout was her choice and he wanted to be there and support her any way he could, so he did.

He was there to support her through their last dance. Together.

Nathaniel held onto her waist, lightly, careful to not hurt her, while she did three simple and slow pirouettes. After the final turn, Nathaniel held onto her waist a little tighter while she thrusted her body into an arabesque, pushing the upper part of her body towards the orange sky. Both of their postures were perfect, exactly in sync. This is the type of thing Cheyenne would miss.

She would miss the love, the dancing, the warmth he provided her.

Cheyenne had tried hard to find the strength to finish the piece, she really did, but Nathaniel had insisted she not push herself. So instead, Nathaniel delicately pulled Cheyenne up into a regular standing position, placing a soft kiss on her pale pink lips. She kissed back with such passion, it warmed Nathaniel from the inside, out.

They both pulled away slowly, enjoying one another's savoring taste. Cheyenne placed a delicate hand onto Nathaniel's sculpted cheek bones,

"I'm going to miss times like these, my love."

"As I, maybe when it's my turn to leave, we can continue our last dance together."

Cheyenne let out a beautiful soft laugh that could put singing angels to shame, Nathaniel pressed his face into his loves hand, giving her a smile that contained pearly white teeth.

Cheyenne smiled softly back at him,

"Promise me you'll move on. That you'll find another woman, treat her right and love her for who she is. Promise me you'll do it."

Nathaniel knew he couldn't love anyone else the same way he loves Cheyenne, but this was his chance to keep the last promise Cheyenne asked of him. He had to do it, he had to keep this one promise. For her.

Nathaniel sighed thinking everything over twice through his head before giving her a definite answer,

"I will. I'll find another woman, but know that I'll never love her as I love you now. I'll treat her like a princess, but you, my darling, you will forever be my queen."

"Thank you Nathaniel, thank you for all that you have done for me. There could possibly be no way to reward you for all you have done."

"Oh there is, Cheyenne, but you've already rewarded me."

"How?"

"You loved me when no one else did. You, Cheyenne Nicole Moore, are my one and only love."

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and so, they had their last dance and some days when Nathaniel thought of her, he could see the angels in circles - just as the song said.

           He had no shadow of doubt in his mind that the angel he saw was his sweet Cheyenne.