He stepped slowly from the staircase, each footfall echoing around the room he was descending into. One hand straightening the cuff of the other, he hadn’t looked up yet. The wooden steps and banister did not creek as his last step put him into the open room. For a room absent of people besides the woman there, they could feel the eyes on them from each nook and hiding place. The tux seemed the deepest of blacks to match the raven hair that seemed to not have even a strand out of place, and the whites matched the walls of the room. It wasn’t a ball room that he came stepping slowly into, but a space that was designed to more than just parties and meetings. It stretched on, yet was small; it was tall, yet short. Like the space around them had no shape or dimensions. But here the two were, together, somewhere lost between oblivion and tomorrow.
Finally his eyes meet hers. There is some sort of recognition there, but whatever it was, caused the somehow icy eyes to blaze. He stepped forward and took her into his arms in a second. His feet barely touching the ground as they twirled around the room in a dance that neither had learned, but both knew the second they had come into each other’s view. Shapeless figures watched, some darker, some brighter; their peers watching the man and woman dancing in the center of the room. More and more came into view, like countless souls that had come to witness the meeting of two. Her hair swung with the motion of her dress and they couldn’t look away from each other. Locked in eternal bliss and concentration though neither needed it. It was like they could see right into the pure essence of the other person there. Though they did not remember the days in the past, nor the days of the future, they knew they were locked in this eternal dance to a silent symphony. They were strangers in each other’s arms, but their souls had been there before countless times. It occurred to them that neither was lost; they were simply destined to be there. Between oblivion and tomorrow.
