As always thank you for your patience!
Tatsuya Himuro – Date #4 – Dance class
“It’s hopeless! I’m a hopeless, two left footed
loser!”
Slumping to the ground, you clutch your arms around your
knees, head falling forward to hide your tears.
“Give us five minutes,” Himuro says to the
instructor and she nods, walking out of the studio.
Silence fills the room as Himuro keeps his eyes on your
crumpled form; he hates how much pressure you’re putting on yourself about
this.After giving you a few moments to compose yourself, he
crouches next to you, hand on your head.
“Sweet love, we don’t have to have a fancy first dance.
We don’t have to have one at all if you don’t want, I’m just happy to be
marrying you.”
Your head lifts, tears still standing in your eyes.
“But I wanted everything to be perfect.”
“That’s not possible,” he replies gently and you
nod, biting your lip to try to stem more tears.
Standing, Himuro tugs you to your feet and into his arms.
He, of course, has had no problem learning the moves of this dance. He may not
believe perfection is possible but you disagree because he’s perfect.
Everything he does ends the way he wants it.
“That’s not true,” he says when you express these
thoughts. “I’ve failed plenty of times, in something I love too.” He
tilts your head up, looking in your eyes. “But I kept going and didn’t give
up. Come on, lets try again.”
Slowly he leads you, swaying side to side, one hand on your
waist and the other grasping gently but firm to yours.
And so you dance, the thrum of your hearts all the rhythm
you need.
