A/N So I've been wanting to write a scene with Peggy and Jarvis dancing for like a really long time but it never worked out quite right. But then I found this poem(which I do not own) and here you have it! Literally wrote this at like midnight last night but I just finished all my editing so here you go, please leave reviews this is not the style I usually write in so I want all the feedback I can get.

Some hearts reach out forever

Yet together cannot beat.

Like days that long to kiss the night

But were never meant to meet.

-E.H.

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It was one dance at one party that changed the way they saw each other. A friendly dance, that was all it was meant to be, all it was at first, but as it went on...Well then it changed, it felt... different and a bit wrong, yet so right.

Wrong for a few reasons, the first and most important being the obvious one. The ring, a small silver band that said so much. As they danced he couldn't help but glance at it every so often. If only to remind himself, to remember, to push those thoughts, those feelings away.

She looked at it too, less than he did simply because of how they were dancing, her right hand in his left. But she could still feel it, feel the cold unforgiving metal that seemed to burn her skin every time her smile grew a bit too wide.

Married. He was married and that was final. He loved her, his wife, he always would. They had to accept that.

But the dance was so perfect, and the music was just right. It felt like it was just the two of them and everyone else seemed to fade. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would've been like if she had gotten that dance.

That was the other thing. He held her back, she thought she had moved past him over those last few months. She let him go, quite literally set him free when she dumped the vial along with all her pent up feelings into the river. Yet still there he was, only causing more and more distance between the two dancers.

Inadequate. That was his problem (one of many), he always felt that way around her. He kept it hidden of course, but he did feel that way. After all, she was amazing and he was a butler. It was ironic in a way, he towered above her by a great deal but somehow he always felt just a bit smaller when she was near.

Small but not uncomfortable. Neither of them felt that and that was one of the only things that helped close the gap. There was this ease between them, always has been. She could talk to him freely and he would listen and vice versa. It was a good yet strange comfort that oddly enough brought on fear.

Fear of any type of change, because what if something more happened? Would it be the same? Would they still talk and joke? Though the answer was one they both were eager to know, it seemed safest to not find out at all. Because what if the answer was one they didn't like?

So the song came to an end. And though it passed far too quickly the end couldn't have come soon enough. Still there was a pain in the way they let go, a longing to continue on for another blissful three minutes. But no, they separated, yet still remained together walking back to where they had stood before and continuing the conversation where they left off.

But something was different, and though they kept it to themselves they both felt it. The conversation had a new air about it. The words had different meaning and the looks they shared seemed more intimate than before.

Even so, they saw the invisible line clearly and the bit of gravity they did share never seemed enough to pull them together. Never seemed enough to help them cross that line. And even as they had danced mere inches away from each other they were still worlds apart. Just as they were meant to be.