Thread: [KylarStern & Tortoise] Dancing With Myself;;

Desiree smiled warmly, her gratitude toward her ex-husband growing by the second. The fact that he offered to take his car was heartwarming on one hand since it meant that he hadn??t changed at all, yet it was devastating o the other for it meant that he knew. She let out a slow sigh, considering her options. Despite the injury she remained the same prideful person she had been earlier in her life, refusing to let anything in the world humiliate her. Dancing was the only thing she knew. She has never been able to make it in figure skating because she was secretly afraid of the ice, which was probably another reason she admired that sport. Growing up, she watched her mother ?? a once famous ballerina, dance on the television, in the old VHS. Her mother retired by the time she gave birth to Desiree, at thirty years she found love and decided that she wanted a child more than she wanted to keep up with the demanding lifestyle. So, the young girl pursued her mother??s steps and landed where she did. Oddly enough, despite the overwhelming pain she felt every day, she did not regret a second of it. ??Oh wow, I??ll be seeing a lot of you then,? she voiced his thoughts although it came out in something resembling an innuendo ?? the last thing she intended. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. ??Could we walk?? She offered, studying him slowly. It was in part an experiment. She wanted to see how he would look at her now that the thing drawing him toward her was gone. Now that she stumbled when walking. At times it was a pathetic sight, especially so due to her continuous tries to get back up and hide the pain. She walked up to him, her hand still clenching around the papers. ??May I?? She smiled, her hand sliding under his elbow to partially use him as a support. She tugged on his arm gently to get him walking, looking about. ??It??s a nice place,? she mused, trying to distract herself and avoid staring at the man beside her. Things always seemed so natural with him that she had a hard time not pulling him into an embrace or giving him a casual kiss. It felt as though she saw him only yesterday, yet so many things have changed. ??You look good, Nate,? she pointed out, smiling up at him. ??I take it a lot of students have tried to get you to bend the rules, hm?? She nudged him playfully, an inaudible sigh escaping her lips. ??What I??m trying to say is,? she started, trying to put all the questions that were spinning in her head into one sentence yet failing to. ??How have you been?? She finally asked, figuring that it wasn??t too personal in case he wanted her to stay out of his business, yet didn??t sound like something a completely uninterested person would say. She glanced down at his hands, trying to find a ring or a trace of one. A lot of time has passed, after all. She was thirty. It took her a while to realize that. At first, she figured it was just a number. After all, she could still dance just as well. However, when her friends that used to be eccentric musicians and posh artists in grey berets called her up and informed her about an upcoming wedding or a child??s birth she realized how lonely she was. It was perhaps for that reason that she accepted James?? ring and ignored the never ending stream of whining about her not being in a good mood, refusing gigs and so forth.