You couldn’t help but hold back tears as you watched Meliodas and Elizabeth hold and dance with each other. You wanted to be the one he looked at like that. Yet you knew it could never happen. Luck had never been on your side.

The rest of the Sins laughed and drank with each other, enjoying the night as you stood off to the side, unsure of what to do with yourself. You just wanted to go to bed.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around your waist and took you to the patch of grass that Meliodas and Elizabeth were on. It was Zeldris. He placed one of your hands in his, the other on his shoulder.

“I know I’m not Meliodas,” he said, starting to move gently to the sound of the violin. “But you also deserve a dance.”