The Ballet

Where to Stay

He brought me to his apartment.

It was grand and large. He kept his things tidy and neatly decorated.

Ian sat me down in the main room and brought me out a plate of cookies.

"Stay here for as long as you may need" he said smiling and turning on the TV to football. "But whatever you do, watch football."

For the first time that day, I smiled.

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"What was your childhood like" Ian asked. His face seemed to glow and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I wasn't about to answer him.

It was dark and gloomy. Filled with a testy past. I couldn't bring my mouth to say anything.

"Ok, well, are you going back to dancing?"

"Yes" I answered quietly, not putting much thought into it. I couldn't go back to dancing. I couldn't bare to see all those fake friendly faces again.

"Good, well, if you need me just call. I have some house work to do."

He began to whistle. I smiled to myself, thankful he didn't see.

I stepped out onto the balcony and looked at where I had just been a couple hours ago.

I was happy I was here. But somehow...I still felt that I should have ended it. Although I have no idea why.

"No no no" he called taking me off the balcony. "Not another." And then he went back to cleaning.

It hurt hat he didn't trust me.