Sometimes you wonder if you ever truly belonged in his world, or if you were just a shadow dancing in the glow of his universe. You’ve seen it all—his excesses, his transformations, his silences… and yet, you can’t shake the feeling that his heart was always just out of reach. That you simply arrived too late.

You’re home. The air is still, as if the night itself is holding its breath.

David approaches you from behind, his silhouette still radiant even in the dim light. His fingers barely brush yours, and his voice—that voice—cuts through the silence with a deep, tender fragility:

—Let’s go feel the night. Because I’m still in love with you… I want to see you dance again.

Your chest tightens. You don’t know if it’s a plea or an echo from the past. You don’t know if it’s love or guilt, if he’s speaking to you or to a version of you that no longer exists. The one who used to dance without thinking, who believed that loving Bowie was enough for him to be yours.

You look at him, and he knows it too. It’s in his eyes.

—When we were strangers, I watched you from afar. he says, the words soaked in nostalgia. When we were lovers… I loved you with all my heart. But now it’s getting late.

You don’t know if he means tonight, the years that passed, or that inevitable moment when things that once burned... simply fade.

But you go out with him.

Because even if you’re not sure you ever belonged in his universe, tonight one more time you’ll dance like you did.