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A/N: Little fluffiness about dancing. Enjoy.
Dancing Memories
I never knew what it was to dance. I never gave it much thought other than the fact that I couldn't. At first, it annoyed me to see others dance wonderfully in front of me. Then, I kind of wished I could be up there with them, dancing the night away.
These thoughts, sadly, vanished. I soon settled that it was just foolish fantasies. I didn't need to dance. Why would anyone need to dance? That was just a ridiculous thought. Pfft, needing to dance. Ha!
But yet, there it was. Lingering in the back of my mind. Parties I went to, watching others dance. Trying to scowl, but tapping my foot steadily a long to the beat of the music. What was wrong with me?! I could get myself away from these preposterous thoughts.
Everything changed when I first saw him dancing. Him, being Rei. It was astonishing. He moved freely and easily to the beat, as if he belonged there, dancing on the floor. His fluid motions, like water, as he moved his body comfortably to the beat.
I wanted to know how he did it. Not only that, I wanted to be up there, with him, dancing like that. I wanted to learn from him. No one else. But, I was afraid to encounter him. Ask him how to dance? He'd laugh and go off to tell Max and Tyson and they'd laugh to.
Yet, when I thought about it long enough, I realized that Rei wasn't like that. I'll never forget the look of happiness in his eyes as I asked him to teach me how to dance. The way he smiled as he slowly showed me the way to turn, or which direction I should move my feet. They had to be the happiest days of my life.
Then, I realized I wanted more from Rei than dancing lessons. I was afraid, and ashamed. I grew distant and watched him from afar. I believe I haven't ever seen him so hurt. I believe I'd never felt so guilty. I told him, probably the second greatest choice I've made.
Nothing beats me asking him to teach me how to dance. Nothing can erase my dancing memories.
OWARI
A/N: Didn't suck did it?