*Your pov.*
Wow, I haven't noticed how badly I needed to feel the cold air inside my lungs. But when I stepped outside I inhaled a deep breath and the dizziness I sensed only some seconds ago disappeared.
The night was dark. There were barely any stars visible. I snuffed as I walked along the pavement, farther away from the building I just left. A light breeze hit my sweltering face. I rushed my sweaty hands through my straightened hair. Dancing surely is a sport, I thought to myself.
Tonight was the annual spring dance in our town. It's a small city in which everyone knows everyone. Almost the entire town was at the dance and practically every person had come with a partner. Everyone was there except him and everyone had a date except me.
I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I miss him so much that every time when I think about him every organ in my body seems to tighten and every tear seems to burn my skin. He should have been here tonight. I sent him a message. No, I sent him messages. I called him, but he didn't pick up. It's been almost two weeks since our last encounter and I can't take it anymore.
Tears were blurring my view. I lowered my head looking down at my black dress. It almost covered my knees and I wished I would have brought a coat with me, but a short vest was all I had in that moment. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and I quickly wiped it away. I took another deep breath and lifted my face only to see a dark figure leaning against a dumpster a few feet away from me. Instantly my entire body stiffened. A few tears were still blocking my view, but I blinked them away.
It's him. No, it can't be.
The streetlights only made a part of his face seeable and yet I could spot his vibrant brown eyes staring right at me. I gulped down hard and took a step forward. For a brief second I stopped. I didn't know what I was feeling. It was a mixture of anger, disappointment, hatred and pure happiness.
»Hey«, he said when we were merely standing one feet apart from each other.
His voice sounded hoarse and the second I heard it I wanted to slap him. I wanted to make him feel a part of what I felt the past two weeks. I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he didn't answer any of my calls or why he didn't bother to text me back. I wanted to grab his face with my bare hands and press his full lips on mine. But I didn't do any of that.
»Hey«, I replied quietly.
I wasn't looking at him. I couldn't bare to see his gorgeous face. Not at that moment.
»You...you look beautiful«, he complimented me.
His words twisted a knife in my heart. But at the same time they revived the butterflies in my stomach.
»Thank you«, I whispered still staring at the ground.
It was silent for a minute. I noticed him scratching his neck from the corner of my eye. He was nervous. My heart was racing and I was almost afraid he could hear it beating against my chest.
»May I?«, he asked holding out his right hand.
Confused I looked at his fingers instantly imagining what they would feel like interlocked with mine. It was a long time since I've last felt them on my skin. But I vaguely remembered their gentle touch on my body.
»What?«, I wondered and lifted my head facing him for the first time tonight.
Those eyes. I could stare at them forever.
»This is a dance, right? Shouldn't we be dancing?«
»Outside? Now?«
»Why not?«, his soft voice responded.
