Dancing.

There was a light breeze carrying the lazy summer rain through the empty, winding streets, across the neglected green, breathing life to the lonely swings on the playground, breaking the long forgotten silence of the grey river and ruffling the leaves of the big oak tree by the riverbank. The rain soaked the old tree; droplets caressed the rough wood, dwelled in its creaks and caressed two letters etched into the bark; gaining speed in the curves of the "S" and slowing to a short halt in the straight lines of the "L", before drowning into the earth below. The world was lost of all color; a blanket of grey.

A boy of fifteen years was not. He was a man with a purpose and he was not grey. His slim suit clinging to his slender form was black; his deep eyes were black and his black hair was made even darker by the rain. A hand reaches up; pushing back the long hair and revealing what could be seen as a handsome face, if only seen with the right eyes. His clothes are wet, his world is dark, but his back is straight and his stride confident.

A neat little house comes into vision. Drenched in dripping grey and hugged by a garden filled with cold, it welcomes him with an unfamiliar hostility. Without hesitation the boy crosses enemy lines in long strides and black meets grey as he knocks on the door, firmly, three times.

The grey is turning dark; the rain is getting heavy and the sudden ringing silence suffocating its surroundings. Still, the figure at the door is rank and unaffected, until the front door opens and he is enveloped in color and warmth. The radiating figure in front of him stands quite still, her expression slightly perplexed as she contemplates him apprehensively. The color of her hair sets fire to the rain and the depths of her green eyes hold the colors of his existence.

"What do you want?"

"Dance with me."

The honest simplicity of his words seemed to rid all anger and sorrow from her features. Her rigid figure eases and her expression softens; she is at a loss and her guard is crumbling. He offers his hand and she takes it. Raindrops paint her freckled skin as he leads her out into the garden. Never taking his eyes off her, he reaches behind her back and closes the distance between them. His other hand entwines with hers. Questions and uncertainty traces her expression, leaving a light crease between her eyes.

Slowly they start moving to an unknown, invisible melody, her gaze locked on his face. Then all sound is extinguished and all she can hear is a familiar tune grabbing hold of her. His eyes are closed and his face turned slightly to the side. Water is pouring down her face, clinging to her hair and soaking her to the skin. But the redheaded girl can do nothing but close her eyes as her uncertainties are replaced with treasured childhood memories. As they move to his tune she leans her head against his, and he pulls her close.

He then turns to her and their eyes meet. His confidence is lost, his determination withering, and all that is left is utter honesty, sadness, and hope. Neither of them notices that they stop moving as his deep voice breaks the silence:

"I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong"

Small clouds form as they breathe heavily, eyes locked onto each other. Her face is expressionless and she stops breathing as his intense, vulnerable gaze is boring into her.

"Forgive me."