Just One Dance

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"Cinderella wasn't twelve years old

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"Cinderella wasn't twelve years old..."

CASPER'S POV:

Only until ten o clock. That's how much time I had, only enough time for a dance. If I'd had until midnight, maybe I wouldn't dread the end of the hour so much, which speedily approached as my mind ran with thoughts.

It felt so different, to be alive again, to be in the flesh and not just gazing upon it. I nearly walked into a wall for forgetting I could not simply fade through, and would not be able to until the stroke of ten. I nearly just fell to the floor for trying to fly. I needed to stop fooling around, I was wasting my precious time. The floor beneath me was so foreign as my feet walked across it, and the velvet carpet felt strange. Having feet felt strange. I needed to pick up my pace, or I'd never make it in time.

 Approaching the balcony near the stairs, I froze. There were so many kids in the room... I didn't need to be scared, as they were all just kids, like me. The way they talked, behaved, and even looked was how I am now, except for they were alive, and would remain so.

I stood at the balcony for a moment, scanning the room for the one I wanted to see the most. The one person that perhaps would make me feel better about the time ticking away. I saw her in an instant, my mother's dress gave her away. She sat alone, without anyone to dance with... At her own party, she didn't have anyone to dance with, nor talk to. I meant to change that, but I took my time getting to her, wondering if she would even recognize me. Would she be frightened of me, or think me a stranger? She looked over in my direction, but her eyes went right passed, and towards the other corners of the massive room, trying to read it's energy. I got to the bottom of the stairs and began parting through the crowd without much trouble. The fleeting gazes of every girl were turned to me, and I wasn't sure why. Surely, I didn't stand out too much... but it had been a while since I'd been inside a human form, maybe it was the way that I walked, or the expression on my face.

The kids started to back away from me as I walked to get a better look, but I couldn't care less, anymore. My eyes were on the one I came for, and now she could see me. She looked through me like I was just another boy from the crowd, she didn't know who I was. Maybe I shouldn't tell her. Maybe, I shouldn't get her hope's up about this. I'd hate to let her down when there was nothing I could do to stop it. Maybe, I should just lead her to believe I'm one of the others. 

I took my last few steps to her, now standing directly beside the chair she sat on. She uncrossed her arms, but her eyebrows furrowed, and it was almost as if she was intimidated by me. I wish she wasn't, the last thing I want is to make her afraid, though I have an unfortunate history of doing just that.

I didn't have the words to explain myself, but there wasn't enough time for me to say anything anyways. There was a sweet and slow song playing at the moment, and I couldn't waste my chance, it was the only opportunity I had. My breath was quickly running out, and I doubt becoming dead again would be so forgiving as to spare me a minute of extra time when I'd been so foolish to waste the seconds of it I had left. I held my hand out to her, waiting to see if she was brave enough to take it.. if she knew it was me she wouldn't be so hesitant

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