Disclaimer: I don't own GC or any of its rights; I just own my story plot and any other OCs.
a/n: Wow. I don't know what I did. I just typed? I still don't believe it! I wrote this in under 5 minutes. :D How...unusual. :(
This is a drabble after all, so...
. p i r o u e t t e .
She lived to dance.
Dance in the morning, dance in the afternoon, dance when the sun had dipped its lovely wings down the horizon.
Dancing was her life force, her way to survive through each, long and dragging day that he wasn't here. She relished each and every second of the feeling of agile, lithe limbs, stretching outward, slipping inward – of sweating bodies and graceful arcs across the ballet studio...
She was the ballerina in the music box. She was the petite figure, spinning unyielding circles to the infinite tinkle and chimes of the sweet melody, alone and still dancing -still dancing although her heart was empty, unfulfilled, broken.
And when the red-haired boy that she had loved – that she still loved had crushed her fragile heart, crushed it as if it was no more than mere tissue paper, she still danced.
When the Grand Chase fell to ruins and when they all split apart, when Kaze'aze defeated them all singlehandedly, she still, even then would dance.
Pirouette.
Pirouette.
Keep dancing.
Pirouette.
Pirouette.
Keep living.
Keep going; keep moving, until this poor battered heart, this broken, stone organ had simply had enough.
Like the ballerina.
Pirouette.
Pirouette.
They were getting ragged, not nearly the same perfected slice through the air as before. The music was slowing, slowing, slowing...
P..i...rou...ette...
P..i...rou...ette...
P...i...rou-
She had kept dancing for a long time. But she had to let go, and freefall into the unknown.
The little music box stopped.
The dancer had stopped twirling.
Wow, this is really lame. I don't even get it myself. I'll just leave you guys to figure out what it actually meant. :3 Just saw a music box in a shop and the ballerina in it had pink hair. I thought, 'How cruel is it for it to be dancing relentless circles every day?' So I decided to make a small drabble about it and Amy. Hehe.
-R