World's End Dancehall
"You look stunning. I hope you know that."
Stars littered the inky black canvas of the night. The bright streetlights and the fluorescent glows of the popular downtown stores sent up a mischievous and almost mocking glow.
"Tch, you're the one that's talking."
Strutting closer to me, I took her into my embrace. Ah, what a lovely feeling, her body on mine - just like the nights not too long ago.
"Spotlight dance, sweetheart."
1,2,3,4.
The wonderful rhythms of dance was what made it so exciting. The dance we had chosen was quite playful; a hop, step and even a jump were included. The two huge spotlights on top of our apartment building flashed white lights out, only adding to the insanity of an already psychotic city.
Her hair floating wildly beside us as we danced lunatic, stumbling dances, her black dress tailing her every move. It didn't matter if this dance made sense, or even if we danced it properly. Nothing matters two seconds before death.
Random passerby's began to crowd the bottom of our apartment building. Now they payed attention. Many took videos and pictures, the flashes blinding me even more. They seemed to make her feel insecure, her body pressed against me even more.
"They have to take pictures now?" My ever-classic yellow tie fluttered around as well, the odd tailcoats of my vest sticking to my legs. The edge of the building only provided a clearer view of doom. Their faces had expressions of horror. Were we that predictable?
"I'm going to fall sooner than I have to, I can feel it." I bravely dipped her over the edges, before sweeping her back onto our death altar.
"The stairs are over there." She reminded me, as I brought us safely into the middle of the rooftop once more. This was her idea, was it not?
"This is my final choice. It's the only option." I told her, spinning even faster.
"They'll never understand love." We danced on the raised edges now, the beams of light hitting us and casting our shadows into the night sky.
"Neru, I don't want you to do this." I decided suddenly, though I didn't stop.
"We're so close, Len." The pace only sped up.
"Do you remember the first thing I asked you, when we met?" I asked, kissing her forehead. By now they had sent police and firefighters our way. She was silent for a bit, as we stopped on the edge closest to the crowd. I began leaning forward, her hair fluttering off the edge.
"Shall we dance?"