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    dots Submission Name: May I Have This Dancedots
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    Author: TeslaKoyal
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    She’s curled up in the corner of a room, crying and alone. Questions fill her mind. Where is she? How did she get there? It’s dark and there is no one around. She closes her eyes and hums to drown out reality. Suddenly there is a light, dim, but still a light. She opens her eyes to the faint glow of a figure in the distance. She worries it will be someone to cause her harm again.

    The figure appears to be getting closer. Again she closes her eyes, hoping this figure would fade. The light becomes brighter as the figure has a more distinct shape, perhaps a body. She closes her eyes again, frightened, hoping this thing will go away. She cowers, ready to be hurt again. The body stands in front of her, she can feel it. It reaches down and she opens her eyes quickly.

    A hand is in front of her face, palm up, waiting for her to grasp it. She hesitates, then reaches for the hand. It pulls her up gently and then she sees that it is a man. He slowly reaches his lips to her hand. A gentle kiss is placed just above her fingers. He looks her in the eye and says “May I have this dance?”

    She looks confused and then a beautiful melody enters her ears. A piano. She looks around, there is no piano. He gently places his palms over her cheeks, looking into her eyes and asks again “May I have this dance?” She looks down to the floor wondering if she is dreaming. He lifts her chin and asks a third time “May I have this dance?”

    She looks at him and says “I don’t know how to dance. I will make a fool of myself.” He looks at her, his eyes filled with sadness. He says a fourth time “May I have this dance?” She starts to get upset, a bit angry even. She says “I don’t know how to dance! How do I dance, when I don’t know how?” He looks at her, his eyes fill with more sadness. He says a fifth time “May I have this dance?”

    She pulls away from him at this point. She is angry and upset, not understanding why he asks this one thing. She walks away, her back turned to him. When she strays too far he follows her. She notices and she stands still. He walks around her back to face her. She looks at him with anger. He touches her shoulder and says “May I have this dance?”

    She pulls away harshly, his hand left to touch the air. His eyes fill with more sadness. A seventh time he says “May I have this dance?” She noticed the music had stopped before the fifth time he had asked. She says “There is no music. I can’t dance if there is no music.” Another melody enters her ears, this time more beautiful. A piano and a violin. He walks to her again, stopping when he is facing her. He says “May I have this dance?”

    She looks at him in disbelief. There is music playing, and this man asks but one thing she feels she cannot do. He asks a ninth time “May I have this dance?” She gets more upset and angry. This time she yells “I don’t know how to dance and I never will!” His eyes fill with more sadness, tears begin to roll down his cheeks.

    He walks to her again, this time she turns her back every time he tries to face her. He touches her shoulder and says a tenth time “May I have this dance?” She pushes his hand away violently. He tries to touch her shoulder again and she walks away. He follows her while reaching out his hand and asks an eleventh time “May I have this dance?”

    She starts to run away. He asks a twelfth time “May I have this dance?” She continues to run, not slowing down, until she is so far away she doesn’t hear him. He asks a thirteenth time “May I have this dance?” He asks a fourteenth time “May I have this dance?” He asks a fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth and twentieth time. “May I have this dance?” But she is so far away that she cannot see or hear him.

    She continues to run and he continues to follow her. She runs and doesn’t know where she is going. She can’t see anything and she falls into a pit. It’s so dark and there are noises that scare her. Things creep and crawl around her. She begins to feel pain, more so than she had ever felt before. The noises fade when she falls into a deep sleep.

    She wakes up with a bright light in her face. She opens her eyes and sees a man. She thought the light seemed familiar, and it was. His hand was reached down to her, palm up, waiting for her to grasp it. This time she doesn’t hesitate. She grips his hand and he pulls her up gently. She is grateful to see this man again. He holds her shoulders firmly and says “May I have this dance?” She looks at him and says “We are in a pit. I can’t dance in a pit.” He kneels down and gestures for her to climb upon his back.

    She does this and he starts to climb out of the pit. It’s a long way up, but he climbs with her on his back. They finally reach the opening of the pit and he places her gently on her feet. He stands next to her and asks “May I have this dance?” She looks at him like he is crazy. She says “I don’t know how to dance. I’ve told you this before.”

    His eyes fill with sadness. He touches her cheek and says “May I have this dance?” She looks at him and sighs loudly. She says “Are you ever going to just leave me alone?” He looks at her as his eyes fill with tears. The tears roll down his cheeks and onto the floor, one by one. “May I have this dance?” She pushes his hand away from her face and says “No, I can’t dance! I don’t know how to dance! I don’t want to dance, and I will never learn to dance!”

    His heart is torn, his tears flow like an endless waterfall. She walks away from him again. He follows her just as he did before. His hand reaching out and he asks “May I have this dance?” She continues to walk away, this time she just ignores his question. She doesn’t run, she just walks. He is right there behind her and he asks “May I have this dance?” But this time, she doesn’t hear him because she ignores him.

    She finds a door that looks amazing. It is beautiful and she wants to know what is behind it. There are beautiful sounds and lovely colors coming from this door. He is right behind her, touching her shoulder and saying “May I have this dance?” He says it over and over again. She doesn’t listen. She reaches for the doorknob and he is gripping her shoulders firmly. He asks “May I have this dance?” She opens the door very slowly. This time he is pulling her closer asking “May I have this dance?”

    She continues to open the door and this time he begs with one, and only one question. “May I have this dance?” What seemed to be beautiful ended up being ugly. Darkness crept out from behind the door. Monsters and scary sounds filled the space where she stood. She tried to get away from the darkness, but it was all around her. She could not escape it.

    She fell to the floor and cried “Please somebody, anybody, save me from this?!” She then saw a bright light in front of her. The man was crouched down, catching all of her tears while she cried in the darkness. She saw this and didn’t understand. She looked at him and asked “Why do you seem to care when I just run away? Why do you follow me when I ignore you? Why are you asking me just one question? I don’t understand. Please, I want to understand.”

    He reaches down, palm up, waiting for her to grasp it. She grasps his hand and he pulls her up, gently onto her feet. She is standing there facing him. He places his hands on her cheeks, looks into her eyes and says “May I have this dance?” She cries and begs him to let her understand. She says “Please, what do I need to do? I will do anything. Please tell me what to do?”

    He holds her while she cries. When her tears come to a stop, he asks “May I have this dance?” She listens, she hears his one and only question and she holds it in her heart. She says “I don’t know how to dance. But yes. Yes, you may have this dance.”

    He smiles this time, his heart filled with joy. There are tears as well, but tears of happiness and not of sadness. Suddenly the space where she was standing was filled with the most beautiful melody she had ever heard. Piano, violin, harp and flute. She felt peace and calmness and she felt joy. She cried out to him and thanked him.

    He hugged her tight and then he said “My name is Jesus and I will never leave you alone. I love you. I follow you because I love you. I pull you to me because I love you. I don’t give up on you because I love you. I want you with me because I love you.” She was surprised to hear these words, but she believed them. She looked up at him and said “I don’t understand your love for me, but I am grateful for it. I love you as well. I love you and want to follow you.”

    He smiled at her and said “I know this. I know it and I feel it. I am always with you, never forget that.” She said “I know you are always with me. Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you with all of my heart.” He said “Dance with me until I call you. Dance with me now and when I call you, we will dance together for eternity.” She smiled and then she said “I will dance with you until the end. I will dance with you forever.”




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