The music begins. He takes her hand.
At first, it's fast, silly dancing. They laugh and smile at each other.
I've never seen her smile like that before. Not even with me.
He looks at her like she is his everything. Like she is the most precious thing his eyes have ever beheld.
She looks at him like he is the wisest, bravest person she has ever met. Like she looks up to him, instead of the other way around.
They look at each other with such love in their eyes. I can hardly stand to watch.
Then the music slows. They hold each other close, completely comfortable with each other.
He touches her hair as if it was made of gold. She lays her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes.
Then he whispers into her ear. She looks up at him with admiration and love. Then she whispers back softly.
He smiles. So does she. They look happy. Really, really happy.
How could I hope to compete with this? How could I think I could make her happier than this?
I could never make her smile this way. I could never make her laugh so freely.
My love for her could never compare to this great love of theirs.
So they dance. They dance and they smile and they laugh.
They are happy.
They love.
Though they themselves can't see it.
I smile and disappear into the darkness.
It is their dance now.
And they dance it well.
And they love.