When she used to dance with her father around the living room, they'd stumble and trip all over the place, bumping into the couch, falling off his toes, bursting into uncontrollable giggles.

When he received news that the theme for this year's prom was 'The Last Waltz,' he'd frowned slightly, unsure if his uncoordinated feet would allow him to perform such an intricate dance.

But now, together, they float.

Gliding across the school rooftop, dancing an elegant and effortless waltz, blissfully impervious to anything or anyone else but each other.