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!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 09/23/11(Fri)10:39 No.29926966For the first time since she'd broken her leg pulling a particularly difficult stunt a year ago, a tragedy that had ended in months of physiotherapy and the most challenging period your relationship had ever faced, the two of you had decided to go dancing. You'd been constantly toiling over your relationship, lamenting the distance growing between you ever since that fateful night; when finally faced with the opportunity to close the gap, surprisingly enough, she'd jumped on it with relish. You'd forgotten how much she loved dancing. Whether a flourishing pirouette under a dazzling spotlight, the rhythmic tapping of feet shod in slender dancing shoes on rough marble floors, or a simple leap into an awaiting partner's arms, her every move is full of life, zealous and enthusiastic in a way that entrances you. She's sharp, angular, lean and beautiful, a whirling dervish of indigo hair and orange clothing that kicks up tornadoes of dust at her feet with speed and precision. No one moves quite like her, and this very sight has captivated you so many times in the past, haunting every sleepless moment, that even dreams aren't an escape - all there is, all you have, all that you could ever want is this visage of stunning ethereal beauty, dancing just in front of your eyes, her own glittering with unabashed joy.
She stumbles over to you, still not quite fully confident in her unstable, shaky leg, but that isn't enough to tie her down. Nothing can slow that energy for long. Your eyes can't help but rove over her, until they meet hers, and for a moment, you wonder what it could possibly have ever been that brought you two together. Right now she's quiet, contemplative, radiating an aura of gentle tranquility, but you know that behind that serenity there's a mischievous spirit just waiting to get you out into the limelight before having some fun. She asks you if you'd care to dance, the first rain after a long drought, and how could you possibly ever say no? |
