Dance with me?

Is what Luke had first asked you when you met him late at night at the shoreline at camp. You’d been taken by surprise, as you hadn’t known him well, but accepted anyways.

That was long ago, before he betrayed. After he betrayed, though, he still visited you often. Every night, in fact, he’d sneak into camp just to meet you. Now you knew him well.

Every night he would visit you on the shoreline of camp, and you two would dance. It had become a tradition for you two. You were completely love sick for him.

You were sitting in the shoreline of camp, the tide steady and the moon reflecting off the water, when you felt a familiar voice speak up behind you.

“Dance with me?”