She moved like a swan, graceful pushing away the maniacal parts of her and letting her so called soul fly free. The hate that had been boiling up over these few days seemed to disappear just so I could see her, see that she was more then metal.
I didn't feel them, the tears that pooled in my eyes until they came rolling down my cheeks and hit the ground. I cursed them, I hadn't cried big fat tears since Kyle left and now I was crying over her? HER?!
My mouth was dry like cotton when she came out, another day full of pancakes and playing house, and she watched me with those eyes looking right through me.
"Good morning."
I just grunted and shoved more pancakes in my mouth, trying not to think about last night and how beautiful she looked dancing as if her life was in danger and all she had to do was dance to save it. So far it wasn't working.
The kid smiles, the other day seems to be gone from his mind and he hugs his mother tightly just like I would have loved to hug Kyle. She watched me, seeing something that no one sees and I bite my tongue with the harsh words I want to say.
"Do you like dancing?"
There wasn't amusement in her eyes or a little smirk forming at the corners of her lips, just a blank stare as she called me on it.
"No."
"Why?"
"We don't have dancing there, you should know that."
Sarah called her away before she could pull anything more from me, left me, myself, and I alone with my breakfast.
"Yes I like dancing."
I hated it, I hated that the first time I would see someone moving, someone dancing would affect me so much and the fact that that person was her, someone that wasn't a person at all.
"Yes I like your dancing."