15 minute daily writing challenge

I'm never going to dance again. The rhythm. The footsteps, the way our bodies intertwined. I couldn't see his face, but god... the way I felt... The damned masks.

I couldn't shake that night no matter how many times I tried. I couldn't help the way i had felt, nor could I imagine feeling that way ever again. I stepped through the door of the dance studio and smiled to the students who were early. I was their instructor, but after that last night, I wasn't confident I could teach them to dance today. I put my bag down and stretched, putting earphones in. The songs flooded through my ears as I stepped and twirled, my eyes closed to the onlookers, recalling the dance. I danced as if it was meant for one. It felt so sad. So joyless. Empty. I stopped at the end of the song and reopened my eyes, seeing my whole class in front of me, a few with tears in their eyes. I bowed deeply, and got up pulling out my earphones.

"So. Lets begin." I said cracking my neck and watching the students go to the barre. There was one standing in the back, I assumed someone that had come with a dancer. I simply ignored the prying eyes and went to each of my dancers instructing them gently, guiding their feet and hands, to attain the most graceful form. A smile here and there, watching them gain the passion for dance I had felt so long ago.

"You dance as if you've had your heart broken." A voice permeated the silence of the room as the dancers filtered out.

"And you are?"

"Sol."

"The sun?"

"My parents were hippies." The tall gentleman bowed. His hair fell over his broad shoulders and I smiled.

"So are you here for a private lesson? I didn't think I had anyone scheduled..."

"Not really. I know a thing or two about dance." A small smile played upon his lips and I looked to his eyes. They were dark green with flecks of gold. The sort of eyes, I always expected a dragon to have.

"Well then." My hand extended. I was intrigued, for no reason other than his eyes. I probably could have starred into them for hours, trying to find significance in this inane existence. My music and passion was gone after that night. Why not one more dance with a stranger?

"One moment." He walked to the cd player and pulled out the one i had in, replacing it with another. He pressed play and walked to me, my eyes searching him. He tied his hair back into a long ponytail and took my hand, still extended to him.

The music floated through the air and my eyebrow lofted. That song... I opened my mouth to say something and he shook his head, guiding me through the room, making my heart race. I smiled a soft smile and let a tear flow from my eyes.

"You..."

"You think I could only have one dance with a woman that made my world turn upside down?" His voice was softer than the music but i could hear him perfectly. I smiled and the beautiful melody ended.

"I haven't danced the same since that night." I found myself admitting. Almost immediately I wanted to take the words back. But his hand pushed my chin up so that my eyes met his. They looked as if they were sparkling.

"Neither have I." He leaned down and kissed me so softly I almost didn't feel it. I licked my bottom lip as he pulled back and I searched him, for something. Anything. My heart was beating so fast...

"Come with me." A warm smile and those gold glittering eyes...how could I say no?