Day 29: Song: The Last Song – Rihanna


It was the end – her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist, their fingers entwined. The music played softly and slowly, drifting through the crowded room of the night club. It had been their place – their sanctuary – where they could be together without interruption or speculating eyes.

And they danced. They moved, completely in sync. Their bodies controlled their impulses; they could not look away from each other, could not bear to break eye contact. All they had left were these few moments – this one dance, this last song – before they would have to go their separate ways. They didn't have a choice. They were too different, from completely isolated worlds. They could never mix.

The music stopped. He pressed his lips to hers. The tingle of her lips lasted long after he had gone.

A single tear fell down her cheek.

"Goodbye, Draco."