|Dancing, Spinning, Twirling
Author: Preistess-of-the-Moon PM
She was at a wonderful party.The best of the year, at High Court. She was dancing.She was ripping her soul to pieces.Oh how she missed him.She could dance with anyone she wanted,but none of them mattered.Someone is watching her with his heart in his eyes.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Spiritual - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,217 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 09-18-08 - Published: 09-17-08 - id: 2573181
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I was spinning, and spinning and laughing again, and again. I was free! How I love to dance. The lights a blur, the wind spinning past my face. The greatest feeling in the world could only be found on the dance floor. I finally looked up as the clock chimed midnight, to find everyone watching me. I blushed and went over to the punch table. I hadn't noticed anyone watching me, I had completely forgotten the hundreds of other people that were here even existed. I had been too caught up in the music, in the movement, in the dance floor. I had danced with many different partners but their faces meant nothing, they didn't even register as people, only as part of the dance. Not after him. Not after what happened all those years ago. The only thing that mattered was the music and the air rushing through my bright red, fiery hair as I spun again and again.
"Orenda?" "Orenda Esarosa?"
I spun around. "Yes?"
"It's me Lerato." "Do you remember me?" he asked.
"Of course I remember you Lerato Simba, Duke of Albany." I replied as I looked cautiously at his toned muscular body and his sweet grey-green eyes.
"It's been a long time."
"A very long time." I agreed.
"Well Miss Esarosa would you care to dance?" "I seem to recall that that was something you enjoyed."
"It's Countess Esarosa now, and why do you want to dance with me?" I said with a slight sting to my words.
"Yes, my mother died two years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He said. "I'd still like a dance. Why wouldn't I want to dance with you?"
"Never mind, fine I'll dance." I answered. He gave me an odd look, and there was a deep hurt in his eyes.
When we got onto the dance floor I immediately started twirling, the music guiding me. My heart was fluttering, and for the first time in years I was nervous. We twirled and twirled as we both immersed in memories. Our memories together as children, of growing up, and…of courting. When we were little, we were neighbors. We did everything together, from lessons, to causing trouble. He was always there for me, through thick and thin, until right before my 18th birthday. We started courting when we were 16. We were together for almost two years when I left. About a month before my birthday he seemed to grow distant from me, and closer to one of my friends, Miss Alana. I saw them Walking hand in hand, in deep discussion, in one of the private gardens on Mid-Summer's Night. The next day I left for court. As I was riding away I could here him calling my name. I never did confront him about it I just left.
He seemed to have been thinking about the same thing.
"What happened all those years ago Orenda?" He asked. "Why did you leave me?" He said this with evident hurt in his voice and in his eyes.
"I saw you and Miss Alana walking in the garden on Mid-Summer's Night." I answered looking at him with my own hurt probably just as evident in my eyes as it was in his.
"We were planning your surprise party. We had been planning it all month!"
"That's what you were doing walking alone in the gardens?"
"Yes we wanted it to be absolutely perfect." He answered
As the tempo of the music started to slow after the fourth song together, he leaned in and kissed me. I was surprised. For two reasons really, one, that he had been so bold, and two, that I didn't mind at all.
"I missed you when you left me." he finally said quietly.
"I missed you too." I said. Finally giving in to my heart, instead of my head.
And once again I was free, twirling and spinning to the beat of the music, to the beat of my heart. Now, finally with the only one I had ever truly wanted to dance with, the only one that mattered. I guess I always knew, Love can outlast eternities.