Post by newb23 on Mar 26, 2013 0:35:20 GMT -5
She danced, danced even though her feet begged her to stop Even when the burning in her legs was so intense it made her feel lightheaded. But still she continued. Continued to dance and try to remove the memories of the past days. The days she spent sitting, crying, sadness the only emotion that seemed to keep her company. Danced to erase the ghosts that stayed to watch and remind her. She knew it was hopeless. There were things that you cannot erase and this was one of them.
The studio echoed her movements in the large windows that adorned the wall. The echo of her steps seemed to make things worse but she continued on. There was nothing in this world that she loved more than dancing, not anymore and yet it had seemed to have lost it’s appeal. There were splashes of sweat and tears that situated themselves upon the hard wooden floor as she continued on, leaping within the air and landing before throwing herself into a spin she no longer needed to try to remember. A move that had engraved itself into her very soul. As she moved she thought about the things that she had lost. The baby boy that was meant to be and the husband that could not take the heartache. As she finished her routine she placed a hand upon her stomach and thought of things that could have been.
The house that they wanted to buy. A baby’s room they had planned, crib and pictures of dancers, both her husbands and her passion that they had hopped to pass on. Gardens that they wanted to grow. Neighbors they wanted to meet. It was all gone within a flash. Everything seemed pointless now.
She seated her self on the floor. It was cold and unwelcoming as was most things these days. Her hands found her head and stayed there, pulling at the hair that she had not bothered to comb for days. She could almost hear her husbands voice telling her not to let this ruin her. Hear the sound of tiny footsteps around the dance studio that she had maintained for years. The whispers of a child telling her that she was loved and adored. It was not meant to be like this but she knew that there was no changing what had happened. So she stood and she danced trying to lessen the pain in any possible way. It seemed impossible and part of her wanted to follow in her husbands example. And yet the ghosts, the only ghosts that she cared reminded her that she had much more to offer. The voice of her husband telling her how he shouldn't have left. How he had caved but he did not wish that for her. And so she danced.
The studio echoed her movements in the large windows that adorned the wall. The echo of her steps seemed to make things worse but she continued on. There was nothing in this world that she loved more than dancing, not anymore and yet it had seemed to have lost it’s appeal. There were splashes of sweat and tears that situated themselves upon the hard wooden floor as she continued on, leaping within the air and landing before throwing herself into a spin she no longer needed to try to remember. A move that had engraved itself into her very soul. As she moved she thought about the things that she had lost. The baby boy that was meant to be and the husband that could not take the heartache. As she finished her routine she placed a hand upon her stomach and thought of things that could have been.
The house that they wanted to buy. A baby’s room they had planned, crib and pictures of dancers, both her husbands and her passion that they had hopped to pass on. Gardens that they wanted to grow. Neighbors they wanted to meet. It was all gone within a flash. Everything seemed pointless now.
She seated her self on the floor. It was cold and unwelcoming as was most things these days. Her hands found her head and stayed there, pulling at the hair that she had not bothered to comb for days. She could almost hear her husbands voice telling her not to let this ruin her. Hear the sound of tiny footsteps around the dance studio that she had maintained for years. The whispers of a child telling her that she was loved and adored. It was not meant to be like this but she knew that there was no changing what had happened. So she stood and she danced trying to lessen the pain in any possible way. It seemed impossible and part of her wanted to follow in her husbands example. And yet the ghosts, the only ghosts that she cared reminded her that she had much more to offer. The voice of her husband telling her how he shouldn't have left. How he had caved but he did not wish that for her. And so she danced.
