(and I own nothing)
(and I do expect reviews….)The Dance
"You owe me a dance."
His voice rolls over her, interrupting the uneasy flow of her thoughts.
Jason: the one that got away.
The one she threw away.
Eyes to gaze fuels the short endless silence.
"Yes. I do."
She watches his hand take hers.
It is a dance mired in tradition.
Had Emily any idea the ripples that bouquet sent roiling through her life?
Though to be fair it was the garter that made it… controversial.
Lucky and Elizabeth. What a fairytale.
Sam and Jason. What a fucking surprise. Not.
Her bitter recall has lost no force over time.
No one saw the sidelong glance. Not even him. One look she gives.
It is filled with her wishes and regrets.
It is filled with all the words she said, and never said, and words she wishes unsaid.
She dances in his arms at this moment and every moment is a part of the waltz.
A requiem.
A danse macabre.
She stares at the pulse in his throat and counts every beat in the music and throws away her wishes.
Time stops for no one.
He thinks of their first dance.
Years and several lifetimes ago.
He thinks of the moment he thought he might hold her again.
Holding that bit of fluff of fabric in his arms and staring into Sam's hopeful gaze.
Forcing his eyes to meet hers. He did not betray himself.
And later…
He hides his disappointment.
No one saw that sidelong glance. Not even her.
One look he gives. If he could he would undo each step and each action.
If he could have his chance again.
Sam and Jason. What a perfect match.
Lucky and Elizabeth. What a fucking fucked up fairytale.
She's sleeping beauty, kissed by her "prince."
To bad she's still asleep.
She dances in his arms at this moment and does not meet his eyes.
He wants to shake her. He wants her to wake up and realize that-
He swings her round that dance floor, and he waste all his wishes.
When the music fades they stand, caught in an uncompleted turn.
For one short endless moment she leans back against him.
She knows that behind her is everything.
And she had put it in a bottle and cast it to sea.
She breathes through her misery and at the end of the moment, she walks away.
He can smell her scent which lingers. He can feel apathy like a fog expand inside him. He can see his life, and all the years within it, and thinks, what a fucking tragedy.
They have no more wishes.
The EndWhat do you think?