𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀

Now's the night old, the sky coloured with an almost black colour, stars sprinkled randomly across the sky.
Half of the moon is now in the middles of the sky, illuminating on a window of a building, the faint sounds of music in it can be heard.
The window had its curtain closed, but thanks to the moonlight, you can easily make out the shadow of a figure, dancing elegantly, spinning around in circles. Oh my dear, why hide that talent behind closed windows?

Inside there, tired doe shaped eyes stopped to look around the room. All lights were off expect for the one above his head, giving him the feeling as if he was in stage. A drop of sweat made its way from his forehead onto the marble floor. With a sigh he started the music again, preparing himself to continue his made up choreography.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms

You have made up your mind

I don't need no more signs

Eyes closed and body spinning elegantly, he looked ethereal like that, no extra lightings, no expensive outfits, and sadly no crowd to witness the beauty happening in there.

After the beat drop, he dropped into his knees with both of his hands holding the rest of his body. Heavy breathing and an aching heart inside.

Give me reasons we should be complete

You should be with him, I can't compete

A single drop of water slid down his cheek, was it sweat? Was it a tear? Doesn't matter because there was more from where it came from.
Small muffled sobs filled the room as faint music filtered it out, ironically he chose that song since it's the closest to describe his relationship status now.

You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well

If only he knew that even after dancing his heart out he would still have energy to cry, hew oils have cried all day instead. But here he is gazing at the mirror j front of him with the light above him making his tear stained cheeks seem more visible than ever. Eyeing the switch button, he was tempted to turn it off, so he won't have to look at his puffed tear filled eyes. But alas fear is a strong emotion, turning the light off would remind him of his love life, slow dancing in the dark.
Him being happy and obvliouse to his surroundings that's the dancing part and the dark is the side that he didn't know existed, hidden too well, but with his eyes closed how could he notice any difference?

He just doesn't want to slow dance in the dark again.