It's eleven o' clock at night, the music is pulsing through her body, her heads pounding, her arms swinging above her head and her body is moving to the thumping beat. She sweating along with the hundreds of other bodies in the club.
She closes her eyes and she not one person, she's hundreds. Hundreds of hearts beating to the music all together, as one. Then, suddenly she can't take it she feels so exposed among those throngs of people. She runs out, and sits in the thick padded chairs. Drinks are littered all over on tables, some empty, some half empty. Sakura looks around and wonders why she's even here, and Sakura knows why she's here. She even knows why everyone else is here to.
To forget the past.
Then it begins, with a tap in the shoulder, and it's a young man. His hair is as black as the night sky, and it ran down to his back. Hi eyes were dark red, like the halter Sakura decided to wear tonight. His was tall and he wore old clothing, A long sleeved cuffed coat that fell to his knee's , a white collared t-shirt with black embroidered accents in it , and a large brooch with a fan on it of some sort. His pants were long and black, he held out a hand to her, she was staring into his eyes. She feels and overwhelming feeling to go with him. She places her small, slightly tanned hand in his large, pale one.
He takes her to a park she never knew about, he's still holding her hand and pulling her along a dirt path. She feels goose bumps on her legs, and kind of regrets wearing the tan pleated mini skirt, but she's glad she wore black tights hidden underneath them. The moon was reflected in the lake they were now standing in front of and it lit up the entire world.
He puts a hand on her small waist, she jumps back, really shocked.
"Follow my lead. Don't worry." She calms down and resets his hand on her waist, she puts her left hand on his shoulder. He leads in her circles, Sakura starts to hear soft music. His eyes are closed, he has a faint smile on his face, his head tilted and she realizes he's humming. Sakura basks in this moment of soft humming, slow dancing and the full moon over head.
"Who are you?" She breaks the silence she's not completely used to.
"Sometimes…" he spoke in a deep voice. "more words can be said , even in silence." His eyes are open now and they hollow through her, those blood red eyes.
"The same thing can be said with words." Sakura smiles when he chuckles, his right eye softens, his left eye covered by his bangs.
"That's true."
"Why are we dancing like this?"
"Slow dancing is the term." Sakura huffs out a 'I know' still looking him in the face.
"I know, but why did you take me here to slow dance." He smiles at her.
"Because…" Sakura, is waiting for him to continue, curious as to why.
"…slow dancing is for lovers." She blushes and looks away, when she turns back.
He has disappeared into thin air, she's no longer in the park, she's standing beside her car. She gets into her car, she looks at something on the dash board and it's the brooch the man was wearing.
He gets in her car and hums the song all the way home.