It's a familiar, slow, melody. Already in his arms, her arms move up to surround his shoulders even as his move down to encircle her waist. All of the cliches about slow dances, special moments, and the lack of rythm required to slow dance pass through her head and fade as she looks up into his eyes. The music envelops them, and as it becomes the entire world, she rests her head on his chest. An eternity passes. She glances up, only to find him watching her. They smile at the same time, and she quickly glances back down. Her embarassment fades as the song continues and they rotate in place, forever...
But then she glances up again, only to find that there's no dark room, only grey thick mist. And she's dancing with a ghost.
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She spins and spins, losing herself in the music, but alone this time. The mist begins to fill the empty space she's spinning in, and when it reaches her body it fills her too. It's a cold, cold feeling, and it numbs her from deep inside out.
When she finally stops, it's a sudden, harsh stop. Nausea abruptly overtakes her, and she reaches to steady herself on him, to anchor herself to what has never been there before: another person, waiting.
But he spins away as she touches him. He begins to glow, but ti's not a comforting sight. He is an alien creature in the mist, and it is rejecting him. It reaches out for her again, this time not slowly taking her over but burying her, smothering her.
She cries, and her tears melt the mist away. Warm arms encircle her, not fantasy arms but real, strong, solid arms. She leans back into him and lets the tears flow.
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