Linewalkers

1 | Promises and Ominous

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She balanced on her tip-toes. 

Her eyes were closed and her body flowed through the silence, passionately following the intricate dance of her soul. Her mind was tranquil and her emotions whispered softly, pin-prickles of ghost feelings accentuating her movement. Gravity held no qualms with her and she glided through the moves she had rehearsed for the past three years, her muscles arching perfectly and tirelessly. She blindly guided her body into one of her best pirouettes and her lips cracked into a soft smile. 

Her life was chaotic at times but it was ballet that soothed the stress and focused her mind. An elegance dance that she performed in solitude, where the world didn't exist and her soul came to life. She danced to the song of her heart and she would do so until her feet bled because she could never get enough.

She had always been fascinated with dancing since sixth grade but she never knew what style interested her the most until her mother signed her up for a local ballet class. It was the best thing she had ever agreed to because after the first day, no one could keep her from going back to the studio to dance. 

There was something magical that happened when she indulged herself within the art of dancing. She believed it was a physical way of letting the soul escape the body, a unique expression of one's true personality. When she was dancing, nothing else mattered, and her body flowed through the moves as if she was liquid. It was a natural talent she possessed. 

Suddenly, abrupt clapping startled her and she opened her eyes. By the door, her best friend stood with a grin. She almost rolled her eyes at him.  

"That was definitely your best one yet." 

"I told you not to follow me here after school." She swept herself into a half-pointe, trying to refocus - though she knew it would be impossible now. 

"We both know that I never listen," He quipped with a chuckle, "Besides, no one wants to miss dancing like that, you should sign up for the town's annual recital, you'd be amazing." 

She faltered in her graceful movement and she sighed, "Elias, you know that I only dance best when I'm alone. I get too nervous with people." 

"I don't think so," He replied, "You are one of the best ballerinas that I've ever seen." 

She snorted, "I'm the only one you've ever seen."

"Not true," He grinned, "I've watched Misty Copeland on commercials."

"In person." She challenged, her back facing him. 

"Alright, alright, you got me," He laughed and she imagined his eyes were humored, "But listen, I was wondering if we could go over chemistry again? I'm confused about the formulas."

She finally turned to face him, placing her hands on her hips, "Again? I'm so sick of chemistry at this point. You should sign up for an actual tutor." 

"Okay, but how does tickets to the theatre to see your favorite movie sound? We'll go this weekend?" He produced two movie tickets from his pocket, smirking. 

She burst into laughter, "Always prepared for a bargain, aren't you?" 

He shrugged, "I learned a few tricks from my dad." 

"Alright," She reluctantly left the dance floor and approached her stuff in the corner, "I hate how you interrupt my dance routine every Thursday."