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The Dance
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Original:: Romance
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She sat against the bleachers in her gym, watching everyone dance. They
looked so happy.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Someone distract me, she
willed the people in the gym. Somebody. Anybody. Ask me to dance. Ask
me what my name is. Ask me anything.
She opened her eyes – she felt someone standing near her,
though
was unsure if this was real or a figment of her imagination. Turns out,
it was real. He was standing over her, holding out his hand to help her
stand.
She accepted his hand, though without a smile, and stood.
They walked out onto the dance floor without a word. Then, proceeded to
dance. Her face relaxed into a small smile, and he seemed to lighten up
a little as well.
For the next half-hour, they wordlessly danced to the hip-hop and
techno that the DJ was playing.
Then, a slower song.
He glanced at her, uncertain if she still wanted to dance.
She smiled a little back at him.
He responded with a smile, and placed his hands on her waist as she put
her hands on his shoulders.
As the song went on, his hands wrapped around her, eventually settling
on her back. Her hands, as well, had found themselves on his back.
She moved closer still, enjoying the feeling of his warmth.
He moved closer still, enjoying the feeling of her warmth.
Without thinking, she leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his
lips.
At first, he was surprised. But then he realized that he liked it. He
leaned forward and did the same thing to her.
They found themselves closer still together – almost pressed
against one another.
She smiled. He smiled back.
Then they kissed again, and she could think of nothing sweeter.
But suddenly, she broke away. Her eyes were apologetic. He nodded, and
let her go.
She found herself once more staring out at the dancers. How happy they
looked.
She closed her eyes once more and leaned her head back against the
bleachers. And again, she wished for a distraction.
And it came – a hand was offered to her, and she opened her
eyes and accepted.
Then she thought how much she loved him.
He kept coming back.
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