I know her I've danced with her once upon a time, The black swan. The look in her eyes is all so familiar, the way she dances is still just as magical as ever. My days have been lonely without her familiarity. Graceful is how she always moved, dancing like the waters at the lake. To not hold her face or feel her embrace is a waste. I know she must hate me, but here we are out on the lake together

“Care for this dance?”