Chapter Twenty Nine

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If humans are depressed, they can go to the doctor and get medicine to help. No medicine is strong enough to get past our immune system. If the humans are suffering, they get help. If the humans are abused they have the opportunity to go to the police. If a paranormal creature speaks up about being abused, we are looked at as weak! Therefore, we will suffer even more at the hands of our fellow people! If a human has anger issues, the law demands that they get help. If we creatures have anger issues, we are brushed off and told that it's just because we have an untamable beast within us...therefore we are told to suppress our inner-selves.

The human and paranormal world are two very different worlds. We could never coexist with humans if they knew about us. The sounds of the music coming to an end bring me back to reality.

Ethan looks deeply into my eyes and smiles. "Oh, come on, we can't have one of our first dances become a pained memory."

He wipes away my tears and gently takes my hand into his own. 'Hungry Eyes By Eric Carmen' begins to play and we begin to dance.

We stare deeply into one another's eyes. With our hands held together, we walk forward a few paces. Smiles grace both of our lips. We stop, and Ethan leads me forward. We don't break eye contact. He continues to lead me until his hand slips from mine, and I temporarily place my hand on his left shoulder. I slowly walk around him. As I reach his other shoulder, he bends and rolls his head slowly underneath my arm, as it is still placed on his left shoulder. My hand leaves his shoulder and gently caresses his wrist until we join hands once more, and he spins me. We join both of our hands together, and I move underneath each of his, all the while our hands still joined together. My back is facing his front. He spins me around until I face his chest. He clasps my hands and brings me closer to his body until there is only an inch or two between us. We start to slowly waltz for a few moments.
We pull apart, but our hands still remain joined. We lightly move our bodies; we pull towards one another before we back off. We do this for a few more moments.

Our smiles remain in place, and I can't help but allow a giggle to escape from within me. Hearing such a giggle, Ethan smiles, and happiness practically overflows from his eyes.

We bring our bodies closer to one another. His left hand slips from mine. He uses both his free hand and the other hand, which is still joined with my right hand. He wraps his hands around my lower back, and in a moment’s time, spins me once more. But he doesn't just stop with one spin...he does it a few times. Once done with spinning, he lets go of my left hand and dips me gracefully. Our left arms flow outwards of our bodies. As he brings me up from the dip and repositions us to where our bodies face one another, I gently lock my arms around his neck, as he wraps his around my waist, until both of his hands are flat against my back.

We begin to slow dance for a few moments. Our eyes remain on one another, and our smiles have yet to fade.

Surprising me dearly, Ethan gently lifts me up underneath my one knee, to where my other stays bent in the air. I lock one arm around his neck, and the other I rest on his right shoulder, joining with my other arm. Our noses brush, and I resist the urge to just lean in and kiss him.

He only keeps me in the air for a few seconds before he gently places me back on the ground. But I don't get to stand still for even a moment, as he dips me, and while my back is still bent, he spins me in a half-circle motion.

Once finished, he lifts me in the air once more, but only this time, I know it is coming. He doesn't pick up my legs nor feet. Instead, his arms remain locked around my waist, as mine does on his neck. My legs are bent and are shoulder- length apart. Once on the ground, we pull apart slightly, until I am his arms-length away. My arm stretches out until it reaches his left shoulder. His right arm stretches out until his hand is gently placed on my right hip.

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