She twirls and dances.
Happily swaying her hips and arching her neck. Daintily placing her hand in his, shyly making eye contact then floating away again. Raising her arms above her head, proudly flaunting her moves, like a graceful swan. Closing her eyes. Losing herself to the beats. Feeling the music vibrate through her body. A smile breaks across her face, drawing lines of genuine happiness across every feature on her face. Her dress spreads around her like a hallow, making her look naughtily angelic.
He watches her.
He sees her. A fragile porcelain doll. Easily breakable. And as easily fixable. Her eyes tell stories of pain he dares not imagine, but her smile tells another story of resilience. Her dancing is that of a little girl, but her embrace is that of a grown woman. When their eyes meet, she lowers them quickly, lest she let him see inside her soul. But what she fails to understand is that he has already seen every angle of her. He knows her inside out. Just as well as he knows how she will sway her body next, just as well as he knows that she will reach for him in a minute, her back against his chest, pulling his arms around her, resting her head on his shoulder .
He knows her.
She knows him.
And in that alone lies their blessing and their curse.
They dance.
Happily swaying her hips and arching her neck. Daintily placing her hand in his, shyly making eye contact then floating away again. Raising her arms above her head, proudly flaunting her moves, like a graceful swan. Closing her eyes. Losing herself to the beats. Feeling the music vibrate through her body. A smile breaks across her face, drawing lines of genuine happiness across every feature on her face. Her dress spreads around her like a hallow, making her look naughtily angelic.
He watches her.
He sees her. A fragile porcelain doll. Easily breakable. And as easily fixable. Her eyes tell stories of pain he dares not imagine, but her smile tells another story of resilience. Her dancing is that of a little girl, but her embrace is that of a grown woman. When their eyes meet, she lowers them quickly, lest she let him see inside her soul. But what she fails to understand is that he has already seen every angle of her. He knows her inside out. Just as well as he knows how she will sway her body next, just as well as he knows that she will reach for him in a minute, her back against his chest, pulling his arms around her, resting her head on his shoulder .
He knows her.
She knows him.
And in that alone lies their blessing and their curse.
They dance.
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