Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than my brain and even then that's not much...
My Stage
I had danced once...
It was raining that day and everyone was asleep. It WAS 1 am after all. No one was there but I had thought I had seen someone.
The shadows were my gown...
Time stood still for me at that moment. It froze everything but me and my shadows. I know it's silly to claim shadows but... it FELT right.
The night was my stage...
I had danced until it hurt and kept going. The night changed to fit my steps. It had, at the moment, bent to my will. But it hurt.
The air was my music...
The soft howl of the wind filled my ears and for a minute I could forget. I could forget everything that was wrong in my life. Nothing in reality could touch me.
But I didn't have anyone to dance with...
That hurt. Even though I hadn't asked anyone to dance with me. Even though I had WANTED to be alone. Even though I was happy that way.
I don't dance any more.
Not after that. Not after I found out that HE had watched me. Not after someone had found my haven. No, I don't dance any more.
But sometimes I close my eyes and...
Sometimes I close my eyes and think about going back to my haven. Not to dance, never to dance not after that. Just going back to think and just breathe. But I don't.
Because it hurts...
AN: Guess who the 'HE' is!! If you guess right and you want me to write another part, from HIS point of view of course.