From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: He gently takes your hand, nervously lacing his fingers through yours. For a moment, that seems to last an eternity, he stands and listens to your heartbeat, closing his eyes and listening to the thrum of life beneath your chest. He smiles slightly, and steps back to bow.
&May I have this dance, milady?& He asks for your compliance breathlessly, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He smiles, trying to cover his outright nervousness.
As you twirl in his arms, he laughs, slowly edging the two of you closer to the window, where starlight winks through the glass and refracts in every which direction. He watches the light bounce in your eyes, prisms of radiant colour for the twinkling lights. He smiles warmly, and hesitantly reaches to brush a stray strand of hair from your eyes, chuckling airily at the slight catch in your breath.
He gestures to the window, where light continued to shine brilliantly. Like shattered glass, the raindrops fall openly on the grass, turning the slim blades an even brighter green.
&This is what I see when you smile,& he murmurs, watching as the light of the day slowly recedes to give way to the fairer, more beautiful shining lights of the evening.
&The shadows fall to nothing but the light. When you smile, it's like the world is stolen of all its air, and the waters of the ocean pause just to treasure that one moment of your happiness.& He mumbles this to his hands. He almost says something, but forces back the words, too shy.
&Thank you,& he mumbles, as the music comes to a close. He bows again, He drops his from yours, and the parting seems to pain him, and he wishes he hadn't let your hand go. He disappears into the crowd, nothing but the marked scent of eucalyptus to show he was ever by your side.
~The Australian
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