There was one girl and one boy. They were opposites; light and dark, day and night, yin and yang. She was like water–of course she was immovable at times, but eventually she would just go with the flow. He was like air–so graceful, yet so powerful. She had dark olive skin, wavy brown hair, and intoxicating blue eyes. He was naturally pale with black, shaggy hair and smoke-grey eyes. They were different in both appearances and personalities. She was stubborn and motherly while he was shy and childish; however this didn't help but attract them to each other even more.

Now they stand in the blinding light as the crowd sits on the edges of their seats.
It begins.

Within a few short seconds, the music is heard and the two start to move in step with the other. Her red flowing dress imitates her every move and trails her every curve. His fancy, but not too fancy, tuxedo is just loose enough so he can lead his partner without hesitation. They spin, swirl, whirl, and twirl in every direction that's possible. The audience, which was once dead silent, now "ooh" and "aww" at the intricate movements that are taking place right there in front of them.
The two move together as they continue, matching each other step for step, leap for leap, and turn for turn. They continue with perfect forms and incredible speed. There cannot be one without the other. They push and pull each other as they glide across the stage.

Now–it is coming: the big finish.

Tension. That is all they can feel; the tension hanging high above their heads as the dancers prepare themselves for the finale. The music crescendos to a point where it cannot get any louder, their movements become more skilled, and the surrounding lights cast a luminescent glow all around them.

Now is the time.

With a simple, but sly motion, he grabs his partner, spins her around, and elegantly dips her back.

Silence.

The music stopped and so did everything else–it seemed. The two dancers, once flailing around everywhere, stand motionless in their pose. They wait. He looks down at the person in his arms as a small smile takes shape on his face and a blush soon forms on her upper cheeks. He can only hear her panting breath in sync with his own as the crowd erupts into applause. He catches her eyes as she looks deeply into his own, both oblivious to the cheering onlookers. He pulls her close and swiftly pressed his lips firmly against hers in a small, but perfect kiss.

As he slowly pulls away, he leans down again, but this time towards her ear, whispering, "I love you, Katara" and they make their way offstage.

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I wrote this in my English class two years ago. Kataang fluffiness and thats basically it. I hope you liked it :)