I Dance Alone
by Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Category: Liz POV, sort of M/L, FF
Spoilers: Opening Sequence of "Heart of Mine"
Summary: Liz still lives in a dream world…
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell. Otherwise, Kyle
would have a lot more screen time.
I dance alone.
I go to the ballroom every Wednesday night, with a
fancy dress on, one that shimmers and shines as I
move, and dance. Alone.
Other people stare at me, wondering what is wrong with
this woman who twirls and spins on the dance floor
with an imaginary partner.
But I don't mind.
The music plays, and my mind goes off into another
realm, and I'm not alone.
He is there, and we dance.
I am not alone.
He holds my hand and guides me safely and gently
across the floor. I am safe. I am happy. I am
loved.
My partner knows me inside and out. He knows what
direction I want to step in, when I get dizzy from the
spinning, and when I just want to be held, tight
against his chest, where I can hear his heart beating
strong.
We dance all night, never getting tired, never
stopping.
He stares into my eyes. No one will know me as well
as he does. No one. He is my soulmate, my other
half.
We were made to dance with each other.
When I dance with him, I do not worry. I do not carry
the world on my shoulders. My friends are not looking
to me for guidance, my boss is not yelling at me, the
noisy traffic outside does not bother me.
Dancing with him is perfection.
But the dream life has to fade. The music stops.
Everyone else starts to leave, the girls clinging to
their partners, laughing and smiling.
He fades away.
I am alone on the floor. All alone.
I dance alone.
When I was younger, I gave up my love to save the
world. It was the biggest sacrifice I ever had to
make. He's gone now, gone to fulfill a destiny that I
can't even begin to understand.
But I haven't given up life. He gave me life as a
gift. And I cherish each day that I live, because he
gave each and every one of those days to me. It's the
part of him that stays with me wherever I go.
Years and years have passed since that teenage girl
that I was last danced with the guy that I love.
Now, I dance alone.