Another tiny drabble.
Anyone know if disclaimers are entirely necessary? I know I don't own sailor Moon. You know it. Most people know it.
65. Last Dance
It was like one of those puzzles she used to do when she was really little. It was painfully simple but strangely satisfying. For some reason, her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. Her soft breathe raised the hair on his neck and they twirled around the room, letting the lights blur until it looked like there was a fleet of shooting stars dancing with them. Instead of a crowded ballroom, they were floating in a sea of light where they were untouchable.
They were the only people in the world. The world itself could crumble and somehow she didn't think she would even notice. Was that an awful thing to think? Would she really be willing to give up the whole world for this moment? Her worst fear was that the answer was an undeniable yes.
And yet, as society itself started to fly further into chaos, she found herself finding solace and peace in his embrace more than before. As the music started to fade away, she found so much joy in his soft, simple humming in her ear. As the world fell at their feet, they decided to dance around the debris and into eternity together.
Are all the less than proper nouns confusing at all? I wasn't sure.