Sitting on the sidelines again, she watches as he dances with another. They've been dancing much longer than she and he have been, so it's reasonable that he'd stick by his original partner's side. The girl watches as the two take the attention of the entire ballroom. It's a beautiful sight, but also painful to watch. She should know better than to ever think she could ever be anything than a spare. She's just the back up partner. If he doesn't dance with her, she shouldn't be upset, she should be happy for the other two.
She watches every turn, every dip, every footfall. Clearly they're professionals. It's a sight to see. A tall, dark, handsome man clad in white, like he's a knight in shining armor. The other woman thin, light, graceful, and also in a bright white. The two look like angels. Then the girl on the side....in a dull grey, that just keeps getting darker and darker with every passing dance, every party they attend. She'll never be as good as the other two, she'll never be as close as the other two, and she knows it.
She starts to back off. She stops trying to be close. She's always there in the background if needed, but she hardly leaves the bench. The other two are the stars, after all. At first she was jealous. Now she's just numb. Perhaps she should give up the dance. There's no point in chasing something that will never happen. She still loves the dance, but it's become lonely. Practicing by herself, failing and failing and failing to the point she's lost all hope. So she starts to stick to the shadows. She'll just be a silent cheerleader for the main stars.
After all, what else is a spare dancer for, if she can't be put in the dance?
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Kari's Drabbles
Ficção GeralA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
