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

Desiree sheepishly returned his smile, tilting her head to watch him, her hand never moving back from his until he let it go. ??It is lovely to see you too,? she nodded, disgusted by the formality of her statement afterward. While he gathered his wits, she struggled against herself, biting on her lower lip to avoid cussing. It was something she picked up over the past years, and it was a lot harder to stop than she would have ever thought. There was nothing the young girl wanted to do more than to pull the heavy ring off her finger and toss it away, pretend that the white band of skin underneath it suggesting that she wore a ring was simply there because she lost their wedding one. Instead, she kept it on, acting as though she was perfectly happy with the way things turned out. Acting was something she has gotten used to over the past months ?? acting as though everything was fine, as though James?? attitude did not bother her and as though she wouldn??t give anything to go back to the days when the only thing that mattered was the amount of time she managed to spend with him. Looking at Nathan made her realize that she wanted more. One more touch, one more kiss, it was never enough. When they were parting, the reality of separation didn??t fully get to her until she understood that the ??one more?? she wanted would never take place. The thought that he was forever gone was impossible to cope with. ??Apparently, I??m a professor,? she laughed, shrugging. ??I can??t really dance for now,? she explained although it was an exaggeration. Every single article about the accident explained that she could never dance again ?? heck, it would be a miracle if she ever managed to walk with the same grace she possessed in the previous years. At that point with the therapy still far from an end she could only muster small walks without looking as though her foot was still broken. It killed her, caused her to grit her teeth in frustration yet over time she learnt to see the positive aspects of the situation. For example she no longer needed to dress up as though she was a businesswoman or anything along the lines, since for the first time in a while there was nobody to impress ?? no teachers, employers, nothing. Her love for blazers remained yet the rest of her wardrobe grew a lot more laid back, almost matching the type of clothes he used to wear. She no longer worried or practiced, living one day at a time. ??But, you know, figure skaters do it, I??ll dance soon as well,? she shrugged with a carefree smile. She always referred to figure skaters. In her opinion it was the most marvelous sport around, a Russian male figure skater being her greatest idol. Whenever there was a technicality or any problem at work, she would ask herself, what would he do? And more often than not did the same thing. ??What are you doing here?? She suddenly wondered, arching her eyebrows. Surely he didn??t come back to study? Or maybe his girlfriend went to college and he was there to pick her up? It wouldn??t surprise her much he was a stunning man in her eyes. She didn??t know how anyone wouldn??t want him. She quickly arranged her papers, glancing to the side to realize that her lunch was crushed. She let out a defeated sigh and quickly bended over, thankful that the garbage can was next to where she stood. The humiliation of walking as though she was in pain was too much to bear. She wanted him to remember her as the young, beautiful girl she once was, not a person with a shattered dream. ??Hey?My lunch got killed, and I have a few hours to kill before my next class, could you maybe keep me company?? She wondered almost shyly. ??I mean, it??s a lot to ask, you don??t have to say yes. I just don??t know anyone, or anything around here,? she added with an apologetic smile, the type that got him to forgive her just about anything in the past.