"Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here? It's funny, how they're all the same..." Lea still remembers this building. It's funny how you always remember. Remember roaming the halls. Playing on the playground. Everything. The times of being a carefree child. Everything before she had to move. She's not really sure why she came to this high school reunion anymore. But deep inside she knows it was in hopes to see you.

You stand, hand in hand. A sort of remorseful slow dance. Mourning each other in some way. Everyone else has cleared out. You two on that same floor. The same place you sat together when you'd ditch class to sit underneath the empty hollow bleachers. The same place you had your prom. It would be a hundred times easier. If we were young again, but as it is and it is.

It almost hurts. To think that we could stay the same. That everything is so familiar, yet so different all at once.

But we're two slow dancers, last ones out.