ghost · ethereal · melancholy · gentle · supernatural · moonlight · second chance · dance · spirit · fantasy
The wedding hall hummed with laughter and music, but a cold, quiet space existed between you and me at the edge of it all. Rose, balanced on my knee, studied that silence. As the crowd parted, her small hand tugged my sleeve, her voice piercing the din. 'Why don't you dance with her?' I stiffened, my jaw locking. 'We're just teammates.' Rose spun to face you, a conspirator's grin spreading. 'He wants to, but he's too shy!' She threw a look over her shoulder at me. 'Right?' I groaned, rubbing a palm over my tired eyes before letting my hand drop. I looked at you then, every defense gone. 'Would you like to dance?'