So she dances.

She wore the dress, always.
As a lonely princess in a tall tower. Separated by the lives of the world. Day after day she’d watch the kids go by. Desperate for affection, fear of rejection, she waited. Passers by have never noticed her accomplishments. She’s just another name on a dilapidated wall. Empty words on a gray background.
They fail to notice her dreams, her ambitions, her talents; her existence. Does anyone even know who she is?
So she buys the fabric, the scissors, the needles, the string. She will prove herself to the world. Through song? Through dance? Through love of her dreams. The material was cut with the finest precision, the fabric was chosen with great care.
As the needle graced across the fabric, the sun peeked in through the corners of her eyes. Her heart blazed as wild flame through brush. Nearing completion slowly each day, she worked day and night. She bled into the dress each day. Her blood was the thread, the fabric was her soul. The work, her life.
The dress was a lovely crimson. Ribbons graced and flowed evenly across the waist. The bottom ebbed out onto the floor. Her tanned skin blended so evenly in the sea of colour. Her chestnut brown hair flowed down her back as calm ocean. The hazel in her eyes shone brightly.
She was complete.

End of Act I.

Act II, The Dancer.

Where would she go dressed like this, when all she’s ever known is hostility and utter independence? She’s always loved to dance. Her graceful movements were fluid pouring into an empty glass. Fortunately, she had never been unnoticed.
For years, he had watched her. Time dripped on into the endless sea as he waited for her. He waited for her touch, her warmth, and her love.
He, like her, was alone always. His magnificent eyes were always shadowed and foggy, as if his path in life had low visibility. Afraid of rejection, and a craving for love, he was trapped. The agony in his heart had burned, and yearned, for her. She was his everything. She was the reason he’d wake up every morning, the reason he’d survive, the reason he was. His heart would skip a beat every time she’d pass his glance, and his heart would bleed out every time she had cried. He understood her pain, her sadness, and her tears. After all, she was just like him.
Little did he know, that she was in love with him. She loved everything about him. The way his voice was dripping with sincerity, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way his beautiful curled locks glistened in the sunlight. He was her angel. Her light on a dismal world.
Her everything.
Two people, the same, yet completely different in every way. One soul, one heart, and two of God’s beautiful bodies.
The night had come. He had gone for a stroll after fighting for his respect from his parents. The air was cool and dry, except for the tears his eyes had cried. He collapsed on a slab of stone in a nearby park and shed his tears of hatred and fatigue. Little did he know, that he was not alone. In the corner by the trees, she was waiting, and finding every ounce of courage within herself to approach him. It was now, or never.
He sat weeping for what seemed like days until he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He bolted upright and gazed up into a pair of dreamy hazel eyes.
“Please,” she smiled softly and pushed his tears away gently with her thumb, “Don’t cry. It breaks my heart when you cry.” She sat down beside him in silence.
Absolutely stunned with shock, he just stared at her in bewilderment.
“Why do you come here? Why do you sit beside me now? I must be a creature of great repulsion. What would honestly draw you to…me?” She said nothing in response to his words of cynicism. She only smiled and took his hand.
“Come,” she smiled and pulled him to his feet. Music was playing in the background from a nearby party, “May I have this dance?” she looked up into his magnificent cerulean eyes. Smiling gently, he took her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. Two bodies converging. The silhouettes melting into one piece.
“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered softly into her ear. “Yet, to me, you’ve always been beautiful.” She pulled away slightly to have a look at his face, and into those oceanic eyes. Those hypnotic words were spoken with every ounce of truth. He was the first person who hadn’t lied to her. They were consumed with each other. Nothing more.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” she sighed dreamily and rest her head on his shoulder. “Hmm…,” he broke away and looked down into her eyes with a smile, “As long as I have?” A look of sheer surprise shot across her tanned visage.
“Since I met you, I knew it was you I wanted to laugh with, to cry with, and to share every experience the world has to offer us with. I love you, Jennifer, and that part in me will never change or fade.” With those words, he cupped her chin with his hand and gently raised her head to look up at him. Tears were rolling down her tired cheeks.
“I’ve been waiting for so long to say those words to you, but you beat me to it.” he looked down at her and smiled gently. “I promise you, Jenny. I will never say or do anything to hurt you. It’d be unbearable to see you cry out of hurt. A piece of my heart would die if I happened to be the cause of it. I could never live with myself knowing that I hurt you. Never.”
It was her turn to wear a face of amazement.
“I..I love-“
“Shhh…” he put a finger to her lips, and leaned in slowly. Unconsciously thinking, she closed her eyes and leaned in a little. Their lips had touched. For being a usually cold person to others, his lips were surprisingly warm. Minutes turned to hours. After centuries in time, their lips broke apart.
“Hey...”
“Hm?”
“Let me see your eyes.”
He looked down at her and she became transfixed with her gaze. After nearly ten minutes, she caressed his cheek and smiled.
“The fog…it has lifted from your eyes.”
She was right. His eyes were now a sparkling crystal blue. Without a word, they began to dance again. They danced for minutes, for hours, for days, for months.


















For a lifetime.