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They twirled in the light of the Moon. Both members of the pair had their own trademark smiles practically splitting their faces, radiating glee that was so bright it luminated both faces in a soft glow.

He's grinning sheepishly. Oh I love that grin. I love how it touches his eyes and makes them shine with delight. How it curls up and makes his cheeks look so childish on his sweet, innocent face.

She's looking into my eyes now, staring into my two orbs with that gleaming pair of star-filled, night skies. Her smile grows in approval. It's now so full on her face that I just have smirk back in contentment. I must look so childishly gleeful, but I couldn't really care less. She's just perfect in the moonlight, so pale and fragile. She's making me want to hold her for an eternity. Then she turns away from me and my perspective on the world slows so that I can watch her twirl blissfully for a little longer. She's still grasping my hand softly. Her slender and delicate fingers are not burdened with jewellery, which is ironic because if she accepts the gift I have to offer, then she'll never have to buy another ring again.

He's stopped now, I don't know why. He's so unpredictable, it's one of the reasons I fell for him. I'm not worried, he still has that smile on his face after all, and those who bare a smile can never bring bad tidings. That's when I realise; it's no longer reaching his eyes. His smile's slipped to the one that he bares for everyone, it's not quite a false smile, it's just not the one I fell in love with, the one I'm still in love. He looks anxious now, he's fondling with his pocket like a nervous wreck and I'm wondering what he's looking for. After a while, he's seemingly satisfied with what he's managed to retrieve and he looks into my eyes again. That smile's gone and there's nothing but sincerity left behind. Now I'm starting to feel nervous too, my head's spinning and I'm wondering if this is it, if that last dance with him was, truly, my last.

My hand's balled into a fist and my heart's beating so fast it's humming.

His hand is shaking and I cup it in my own, lifting it to my cheeks to break the tears that are rolling steadily forth.

She looks so concerned. Is she nervous too? Why is she crying? Does she know what I'm doing? Is she going to say no? Only one way to find out; I drop on one knee.

Suddenly he drops clumsily and for one moment I'm panic stricken, until he catches himself on one knee. My face is alight again. I know what he's going to do.

She knows now, she must know.

He doesn't even open his fist; I don't need a ring to know. I wrap my arms around his neck before he has opened that little, velvet covered box.

"Yes," I whisper, "Yes. Yes! YES! I will marry you."

His eyes are wide for a moment and for a man as fast as him, comprehension comes all too slowly, but I can take my time. It's so easy with him because you rarely have to wait. He's always there before me, ready to catch me before I've barely even begun to fall.

Did she say "yes"? Four times even. God I'm so slow at the worst of times. Then finally, as Flash would call it, "I catch her jist."

I cry with astonishment as he picks me up suddenly and holds me tightly to his chest and the cry turns into a laugh when he spins us. We're turning together gracefully; he's taking us all around the empty dance floor, so quickly it's now me who's failing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. He stops only to capture my lips but I'm still giggling even as we kiss and so is he.

This is perfect.

This is perfect.

I hope it lasts forever.

But fate was looking down on us with cruel smile streched across her sinfully beautiful features.

Nothing as perfect as this can end quite so perfectly.

Do you know what's going to happen?
Don't ask me, read on and find out if you want to.

I've never liked fate, I picture her (or him) as a thin figure with purple lips and beauty too inviting for his/her own good.