I do the only thing I know how to do.I dance.
I let the music fill me up, bursting from my limbs and my bones as I float across the stage. It overtakes me, swallowing me and lifting me into the air, stretching me from one side to the other. My pointed shoes are perfectly laced. Better than I’ve ever done. I know there’s only one person who could have laced them this perfectly.
Tears flood my eyes.
I go up on my toes, stretching my legs and bending my body to every strong note and tune. Tears flood down my cheeks as fast as my body whips across the stage. I dance like I've never danced before. I move as if I'm filled with magic, leaping higher, spinning faster, bending easier.
I justdance.
By the time the music comes to a close, I'm smiling, happiness beaming across my face. I've never felt more alive, more free in my dance.
The crowd cheers, the entire stadium of bodies clapping their hands and cheering as loud as they can. They’re all standing, and I can barely make out one person in the crowd. It's dark, the only light shining over me.
I walk to the edge of the stage, giving a little bow just as a light beams into the crowd, front and center. I step closer, my toes hanging off the sides, and squint my eyes in an attempt to see who it is.
He claps, his hands lowering. A broad smile overtakes his face, tears in his eyes as he watches me.
Tears fall down my face, my hands going to my mouth as I realize who it is.
"Roman."
THE END.