When I turned around and saw Christian, a smile spread across my face. I stared into his eyes, and examined his silky black hair, and toned body. It really was him. The boy that I had been with for nearly two years, the boy who never stopped loving me. The boy that I never stopped loving. Christian.
My dream, had just become a reality. Or at least that's how it seemed. We are two dancer, but we have one story. One long story at that.
"Christian," I whispered as I gazed into his gorgeous eyes that I had been longing for. Then I raced towards him, and engulfed him in a hug. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I could tell that he was still shocked by what Grace had said.
He pulled away and walked towards Grace, "Sammy was loyal, kind, funny, and an amazing dancer. He was my best mate, and that will never change but one thing will change. You can keep blaming everything that you do wrong on Sammy! He was always loyal to you, up until the day he died!" By now, he looked like he was about to crack, but he was stronger than that. And so was Grace, she just smirked, and returned to feeding Marilyn. Then Christian pulled me out of the room, and slammed the door behind me.