The Ballet

Him

Against the warm day and the soft breeze, the cool and rough hand stopped me.

I was frightened at first. Wondering of it was the water, had I already jumped?

But no. I will still standings on the bars. My back turned.

I turned around to see him. His eyes were filled with concern and worry. He slightly tugged at my hand.

I had nothing to do but go down.

He wrapped his arm around me and brought me to his truck. He sat me I the back and hopped in with me.

But he didn't drive anywhere.

He turned around, propped up his legs on the dashboard and stared at me.

"I'm Ian" he said. His voice was dark but low and soft.

I was shivering too much to speak. Tears were now flowing from my eyes. I covered my face and buried them between my legs. His hand touched my knee. I decided to speak.

"I'm Envy."