He likes her collarbones.
She always sweeps her hair aside whenever she dances with her hair down, hardened eyes and furrowed eyebrows as she furiously moves to the fast beat with four walls of mirrors surrounding her.
He wonders if she exposes the glory of her side profile on purpose. Attentive eyes, high cheeks, red lips, and attractive collarbones. Running her fingers through the tips of her hair.
He's glad she never catches him looking at her a tad too long than necessary. Too bad she doesn't notice the other boys who look at her in awe and the other girls who look at her with so much distaste.
She's a pretty little thing, after all. Who doesn't like staring?
She's one of those ordinary female students you always see around the campus' hallway during class breaks. The kind that blends with the background. The kind that stays quiet and reserves herself well.
It all changes whenever she walks into the studio.
Like magic, her hands and feet will confidently move to any rhythm she's given. She wordlessly commands everyone around her to stop and stare, because that's just how she shines so bright when she dances her heart out. She's a star on her own.
She's not the kind of girl who turns boys' heads away from their girlfriends' faces, but she certainly turns his when she bounces and bends to the music.
Yes, he doesn't count myself as one of those typical boys (and he doesn't have a girlfriend whose face he can look at, anyway) but there's just something about her.
She's mesmerizing and there's just something beautiful about the way she moves. Something pure, passionate, honest, desperate, and beautifully corrupted.
Everyone knows her as the girl who dances.
He knows her as the girl who dreams.
He lets the blasting music hit his eardrums as he stops and stares at her. They all here stop and stare as she happily dances to her favorite song with glistening eyes and a ghost smile on her lips.
Her, who dreams of dancing on the world's brightest stage, who dreams of being a star of her own scene.
He wishes he could be the light who guides and leads her on. But he can't even ask her to dance with him.
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Gemi
Short StoryThe turbulence of what Devandra Dasaputra and Eka Gemi Nastiti would like to keep as a mindful friendship. Ge·mi (Jw, a): hemat; sangat hati-hati; -- nastiti: hemat dan cermat Gemi (Javanese, a): prudent; very careful; -- nastiti: frugal and meticul...
