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@shalilyweek
He could not help it. Of course, he knew it was ... not the best option. But how else could he observe her unhindered in her ballet training if he did not hide ... like a stalker? Lily felt so uncomfortable watching an unknown woman for hours, but ... as he said: he could not help it.
Not if she looked so beautiful, so ethereal, so ... gorgeous. It seemed to him as if she was not of this world. Everything spoke for it.
Her alabaster skin, her white-blond hair, silvery eyes, that gorgeous face, her elegance, her dedication to her workout ... she was just magical. No normal person could hover so effortlessly across the floor, he simply did not believe in it.
Sometimes he wondered why he did this, day after day, hour after hour, but then his gaze fell on her ghostly appearance, and at the same moment he answered his own question. For her, to see how she danced as if there was nothing else in this world, just her, the music and her movements.
She formed a rhythm that seemed strange to him, and yet he began to look at it as familiar. He had watched her too often not to. On some days, when she awoke from her trance and looked around, he had to hide so she would not see him - he was not sure how to explain his presence.
"I'm sorry, but I discovered you one day training and found you fascinating, so I've been watching you every day ever since."
He could not say that without sounding like someone in need of psychiatric treatment for obsessive and stalker-like behavior. It was not like that at all - at least not quite. It was not that he wanted to watch her out of the shadows forever, at some point, if he had accumulated enough courage, he would address her too, but until then he had to come to terms with the words and hope that he did not seem too intrusive.
Lily sighed wistfully as he looked back at her. How can a single, human being simply be so ... perfect?
He saw her start packing her things after drinking some water from her bottle. His mood sank immediately and with a sad expression he realized that it was over for today. It just felt like he had appeared a few minutes ago, in fact, he stood here for nearly two hours - her entire workout time over.
He wanted to leave, he really wanted it, but then ... then she looked up and he froze. So they looked at each other, both amazed. Then a ray of light fell on her and he could have sworn he saw glittering wings on her back ... she smiled at him and his breath caught.
She looked really adorable, she did not seem irritated by him and his presence-
"Hi how-"
She did not get any further, because he whirled 180 ° around his own axis, took his legs in his hand and ran, like the devil were on his heels. He was not ready to face her, the only thing he thought in his panic.
What he could not explain were the wings ... or had he just imagined them?