To be with her again...

He stood in the middle of the ball room, looking around, wide-eyed. Remembering her, the way they used to dance all the time together, she was the only one who he would dance with, and now...

He walked around the dancefloor, looking at the scuff marks of overeager dancing partners trying to show off. He use to do that, but only with her; his angel was the only thing that made him feel good, the only thing that would make him dance.

Slowly he walked to the outside porch and sat down on a bench, he looked at the stars, once again a memorable piece of the past that depressed his soul, the stars fed his longing for her warm body next to his on that floor. He always told her that you know when two people are meant for each other if you could look at them while they were dancing, if their hearts, souls, and bodies were in it, well, you just knew that they were destined to die in those dancing arms of the other.

"Why is she gone, why did she leave me...", he said sitting on the bench, looking up into the heavens. "Why was it I that had to be alone..."

"No, no, I was feeling kinda down. I'm glad you showed up", he said rising to meet the young girl, she was very pretty, he really was glad she showed up. He walked slowly to the girl, looking in her eyes, there was something about her that made him want to stare at her. "My name is Lance, Lance McKain. Nice to meet you", he said putting his hand out to greet her.

"Well, dancing is a very touchy part of me. See there was this girl, she was very beautiful, and we loved to dance. And being here helps me remember her, she was a talented dancer...", he was on the verge of tears, he turned and looked at the paintings on the walls. Looking away from her helped, she looked so much like her. 'Why does she look like her', her thought glancing at her every once in a while. "Do you dance?", he said, trying hard to start a conversation.

"Really, don't have any brothers or sisters", he said looking down, he turned and sat back down in a chair. He propped his head on his hand that was being supported by his knee. He looked up to her asking, "so, why did you come here? To the ball room I mean."

"I'm truly sorry about your sister, won't you come sit and have a good chat with me?", he sad patting the seat next to him. "What powers might you posess?"