~ (Sam)
We're dancing.
The music's playing, and he's holding me, and we're swaying...
This feels so right.
It's wrong! I should not be feeling like this.
But I can't help it.
His hands are warm on my back, and his breath is warm against my face...
No. I should not be having these thoughts. Forget your partner, Sam, and just dance.
But we've never been so close in this type of situation before.
If I can't help thinking about him... like this... in our usual situation, how am I supposed to help it when we're dancing like this?
Just dance, Sam.
~ (Jack)
We're dancing.
I've imagined holding her in my arms like this many, many times, but I never thought it would actually happen.
I don't know how I got the nerve to ask her. And I don't know why she accepted.
But I did. And she did. And we're swaying in time to the music.
This is something I've dreamed about ever since I've met her.
And it's actually happening.
Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's a fantasy made of cloud that will evaporate with a breath of air.
But her back feels solid against my hands.
Please, dream, don't end.
The End
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