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While everyone attended Maddie's vigil and search party, Odette walked into the dance studio. As always, Wally was perched on the chair, waiting for her.
"Are you ready for this?" Odette questioned, adjusting her grey leotard. Wally clapped his hands, nodding eagerly. Ever since the day she could see him, he'd made it his mission to watch all of her dances— recitals, practices, school plays, everything.
She leaned down to the stereo, pressing play. Classical music began blaring from the speakers, filling up the entire room.
Wally watched as the girl twirled to the centre of the studio. The easiest way to tell if Odette's condition was worsening was through her dancing.
He first watched her perform in the auditorium with the rest of the school. They put on Swan Lake, and unsurprisingly, Odette played the Swan Princess. Her movements were fluid, precise and elegant. The entire show brought tears to Wally's eyes.
But that was months ago, and Familial Fatal Insomnia had been stealing the grace from her limbs— attacking her motor skills.
Now, she danced to the music as elegantly as she could. She tried to ignore the muscle spasms, the fact that she could no longer extend her leg as high as she once could.
Wally noticed this, of course, but he believed her dancing to be as beautiful as the first time.
As always, she ended the routine with a dip. Wally stood to his feet, loudly cheering and applauding her. She took a bow, a huge grin on her face at his encouragement.
"How was that?" She asked, slightly breathless.
"Incredible. You're an amazing dancer." Wally told her.
He said that every time.
"Thank you." Odette said, sitting on the ground. She stretched her legs into a criss-cross position, cooling down.
"What time are you leaving today?" He asked. "Those six days without you were so boring." The boy groaned, leaning back on the chair.
Wally had only recently learned to manage the two-day weekend without seeing her, so the six days she was in the hospital were treacherous.
Odette laughed, "I'll let Charley know you said that." She said with a teasing tone. Wally shrugged, "He won't mind. He knows you're my favourite."
She grinned. "Only a few months and I've already earned the title of favourite. I'm honoured." She said, placing a hand on her heart.
Wally smiled at her words, "I think you're a lot of people's favourites." He said. Odette gave him a look of confusion, "Yeah? That's probably because they're fascinated that I'm half-dead, half-alive."
