Will you dance with me?

Happiness or right choices?

Alexey was still standing in the middle of his office it was like time stopped when he saw her running away from him. He didn't know what happened he didn't love her or like her in that way or did he? The truth is that after her knee injury when they started getting closer to each other he started to notice how beautiful she was, how beautiful her dance was, he started to notice that they were really alike and that she was the kind of women that he would like to spend his life with but whenever those thoughts crossed his mind he started to remember that she was way too young for him and learned to stay away from her. Sometimes when he was looking at her from apart when she wasnt looking at him he would imagine how it would be to kiss her full lips, how it would feel to entangle his hands in her silky black hair, how it would feel to make her fall apart beneath him and make her scream his name. Standing frozen on his spot he couldn't help but being a little confused about her, about his feelings for her and about her feelings for him. When he touched her even if it was only the smallest of touches she would shiver and later when they embraced he felt a shot of electricity through his whole body something he had never felt by just embracing someone and when they kissed it was the best kiss of his entire life even with all the women he had already kissed it was as if she was some heavy drug for him, he couldn't get enough of her, he couldn't stop thinking about her it was as if he couldn't get her close enough to him. He ran out of his office as he decided to go and talk to her. He didn't even know if she was still in the building but he really had to find her. As he was running through different colored corridors he couldn't help but repeat the kiss on his mind. When he was replaying it for like the 5th time he heard music. A soft classical melody was playing, even though he could not hear the music very well as it was far he recognized the music. It was the music used for the neo classical adaptation of the swan's death of the ballet the swan lake by Malandain ballet Biarritz. He taught her that choreography a year ago only one month before her knee injury. He had taught her this choreography for a dance contest and when she was in the finals dancing on stage she dislocated her knee and he got her out of stage in that moment not allowing her to ruin her career and by that not giving her the chance to win the competition. In the next week after that incident he would catch her crying more times than he could count and she was really mad at him always snapping at him. He started to follow the sound of the music and he ended up at the door of the roof. He opened the heavy dark door and he could hear the music now fully. He entered the roof and as he made his way to the center he found Alison dancing her old choreography she shifted gracefully from one movement to another. Her performance this time had everything. It had emotion, technique, beauty, almost perfect extensions and that was because she wasn't performing for him or to win a contest but she was dancing for herself because she needed it. He watched her till the music ended when she stopped moving she was breathing heavily and he noticed that a tear had escaped her eyes. He ran to her and when he reached her he put one hand on her head caressing her soft black hair that had come out of her ballerina bun and the other hand in the middle of her back caressing her there. Her tears started to fall freely and she started sobbing in his arms. Alison clinged to him as though he was the only thing that held her to this earth. She placed her hands on his large shoulders and softly placed her face in his long neck allowing herself to breathe in his sent. He smelt really good his smell was addictive to her. Alison pulled her head off his neck and she saw that his neck was wet with her tears. She took her right hand from his shoulder and covered her hand with the thin black sweater she was wearing and started to whip her tears from his neck

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to..." she started to say softly before he interupted her.

"Hey, it's okay. Look at me." Alexey asked while one of his hands went to her chin trying to make her look at him. "Please Alison. We need to figure this out, we need to talk. I need you to talk to me. I need you to look at me."She looked at him and asked.