He looked at her, looking at him. There was nothing in her
eyes but love. He wanted her to know how he felt. He opened his
mouth, but no words came out. She had taken his breathe away.
On top of the spiraling staircase, she looked at him with hopeful
eyes. She wanted him to love her. Even if it just was for tonight.
He knew, she knew, everyone knew. They were all alone, yet
they had each other. In her heart, she was crying. She knew they
could never be together. All she could ever have with him would
be tonight. Hot tears stung her deep, brown, eyes. She pushed
them back, determined to have this one time with him.
She began to glide down the stairs, her white dress flowing
behind her. It was a ball. The most formal thing either of them
had ever been to. Her eyes wondered to the other people. They
seemed lost in their own worlds. Or maybe it was just her.
He waited for her. He always had. Now, though, something
was different. There was an air of finality to everyone of their
movements. She reached him and smiled. He reached out and
took her hand.
Once in the center of the ball room a sad song began to flow
from the orchestra. It was a pity. He held her close to him and felt
everyone of her nerve-endings fight of tears. She was losing the
battle. He wouldn't soothe her with whispers of things beging
alright. They both new that it wouldn't really work out in the end.
They were all alone in the crowded room. No one could
have seperated them. Their bodies were numb, as they swayed to
the depressing music. She placed her head on his shoulder and
clung to him for dear life. She wasn't ready to let him go. Her
heart screamed at her to stay, but her mind forced her to step
away from him at the songs end.
She stepped back and looked him in the eye. She could no
longer fight the tears that now cascaded down her cheeks. She
didn't know, but it was the hardest thing he had ever done. To
watch her cry. To not be able to touch her. To hold her. To love
her. He turned slowly and began to walk away.
He thought he heard her whisper his name. He didn't turn
around. He couldn't. She was left there in the ballroom. No one
talked to her. No one looked at her. She stood there, by herself,
and wept silently. Now all she had was herself. Herself and her
lonlieness.
eyes but love. He wanted her to know how he felt. He opened his
mouth, but no words came out. She had taken his breathe away.
On top of the spiraling staircase, she looked at him with hopeful
eyes. She wanted him to love her. Even if it just was for tonight.
He knew, she knew, everyone knew. They were all alone, yet
they had each other. In her heart, she was crying. She knew they
could never be together. All she could ever have with him would
be tonight. Hot tears stung her deep, brown, eyes. She pushed
them back, determined to have this one time with him.
She began to glide down the stairs, her white dress flowing
behind her. It was a ball. The most formal thing either of them
had ever been to. Her eyes wondered to the other people. They
seemed lost in their own worlds. Or maybe it was just her.
He waited for her. He always had. Now, though, something
was different. There was an air of finality to everyone of their
movements. She reached him and smiled. He reached out and
took her hand.
Once in the center of the ball room a sad song began to flow
from the orchestra. It was a pity. He held her close to him and felt
everyone of her nerve-endings fight of tears. She was losing the
battle. He wouldn't soothe her with whispers of things beging
alright. They both new that it wouldn't really work out in the end.
They were all alone in the crowded room. No one could
have seperated them. Their bodies were numb, as they swayed to
the depressing music. She placed her head on his shoulder and
clung to him for dear life. She wasn't ready to let him go. Her
heart screamed at her to stay, but her mind forced her to step
away from him at the songs end.
She stepped back and looked him in the eye. She could no
longer fight the tears that now cascaded down her cheeks. She
didn't know, but it was the hardest thing he had ever done. To
watch her cry. To not be able to touch her. To hold her. To love
her. He turned slowly and began to walk away.
He thought he heard her whisper his name. He didn't turn
around. He couldn't. She was left there in the ballroom. No one
talked to her. No one looked at her. She stood there, by herself,
and wept silently. Now all she had was herself. Herself and her
lonlieness.