“Click”, she didn’t notice the loud sound as it shattered the awkward silence between speeches and so the sudden flood of music shook her back to the room where she stood. Loud piecing sounds came from the darkness as the shadow rushed over and resumed a seated position. She once again contracted her face forcing a smile; she imagined she was smiling to a friend not the stranger whose eyes she could feel on her. She begun to spread her hands outwards, reaching the imaginary rope that would take her to somewhere better, as she swayed her hips backwards, dropping her hands down in a graceful manner as she spread her arms out imitating a bird about to take into flight. She had always imagined what life would be like as a bird, thinking she could just fly away from her problems. The thought of being free filled her with the life she had been lacking only moments ago, her body felt weightless as she began to spin around, leaping up as high as her legs would outstretch.
In her mind she flown to where the cherry blossoms bloom all year, the ground was covered in snow and fallen pedals as she skipped across the white and pink scenery. The wind pulled at her cloak draped around her bare body, pulling along it heat from her making her nipples fully erected. She stopped between two cherry blossoms and stared in awe at what seemed to be a single black rose pushing its way through the snow until fully protruding, the colours contrasted with the white snow made the rose seem supernatural. She slowly approached the rose and stood onto the balls of her feet and gave the rose a gracious bow dipping her head well below the rose. As she pulled her head back up the sweetest smile appeared onto her face as she pulled her hand from under the robe and reached for the rose, quickly and swiftly she plucked the rose from its roots and embraced it between her soft tender breasts as though trying to heat the rose up with her own body. Finally she whispered to the rose in the softest voice “liberté” and with that the rose had become nothing more than char in her hands. She dropped her heels back into the ground and once again broken into a skip; the wind was harder now, tugging at her cloak like a persistent lover. Before long the cloak also found freedom leaving her bare bodied and revelled flawless curves around her hips and bottom.
She started to feel the chill as the clouds began to converge together covering the crisp blue sky with angry looking storm clouds. She could hear the music nearing its end, sense the feeling returning to her body – and so she held her breath bracing for what was coming next. She never did let go of it – her breath.
It was only time until her tears would start to flow. She tired her best to keep them in, staring at a fixed position in the room – imagining she wasn’t anywhere near here. She wanted to be somewhere open, with the wind in her hair and the warm sun on her pale skin.
She uses to love the sun and love how the wind whispers her name as she runs along the tall grass blades – This was where she belonged. With confines as far as her eyes could reach and with dreams as big as she could grasp with both her hands, at least until she was not able balance anymore.
Where nothing had existed yesterday and everything was only true if she could feel it in her heart, in her soul – only then would she present to the world with her dance, twirling and jumping as high as her legs would permit, always reaching for the sky and nothing less.
She would always shimmer with a magical aura, which would shine even more when she smiled as her soft emerald eyes light up like a well polished ring. It was not rare to see her smile, nor was it rare to see her laugh – but one could ever get sick of that laugh as it echoed through the open spaces swiftly and sweetly like a wordless hymn.
Suddenly, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted with that voice she had begun to loathe – “Alright then let’s get started”
Her face began to contort, showing her discomfort. “Are you alright babe?” came a voice she had never gotten use to, at least not in this context. “Are you?” the voice echoed when she realised she had not replied, this time as emotionless as the first.
“I don’t want to ...” she forced those words out of her dry throat. The figure stood there without moving or responding so she attempted to finish her sentence “I don’t want to do this, Simon”, this time easier than the first.
What felt like a big relief only lasted long enough for her to regain feeling in her body once more until the eerie silence began to make her feel like she did something wrong. In her mind eighteen minutes had passed until the voice replied, “Yes you can, I believe in you.”
She stared at where the eyes of the figure were meant to be for a while, her lips trembling. She forced a smile on herself and gave the slightest nod which was almost instantly acknowledged merely by a “Good”, like a praise one would give a pet hamster – shallow and meaningless.
“Flaunt it babe” came a voice deep from a faceless figure. She looked at it clueless; pretending not to know what was expected.
Her eyes wander across the room, or what she could make of it. “Try to open your eyes” came a command from the same faceless figure. It was so hard to stare directly into the light without squinting. Her hands begin to sweat although the room was quite chilly, with a constant draught blowing across her feet sending shivers throughout her body.
Her delicate body began to shake; it was hard to tell whether or not it was the cold or her nerves taking over. She felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen and memorized by the brightness of the light she was staring at. With every breath her chest rose and fell, it became more obvious as she began to take deeper breaths.
She mumbled shaken words to herself, soft enough to make sure he didn’t hear her. She could feel her hands starting to tremble more than just slightly. She slowly raised her right hand which meet with her left as they gripped together, trying her best to suppress the shakes. He didn’t seem to comment.
