* 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 / 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊!﹁ 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫
When Natasha flowed in dance, it was as if it were the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Verbally she was guarded, physically she would shrink and fade into the background no matter where she was. On stage her personality, her sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul. Music, to her, was like turning back the clock, traveling and returning to a previous life full of agony and loss. She embraced the music, and in turn, the music took control. She found herself in a different world. A world of pain.
Her movements flowed with a dazzling grace that would take away the breath of every person in her audience. She could feel her soul become one with the music and she unleashed her emotions into her dance. She needed this as badly as she needed to breathe. Her entire being moved with a purposeful clarity. With each stride she made, it became more painfully obvious how much heart she put into her routine and how punishing it was for her. But no one saw the tears she let roll down her round cheeks. That was until she finally paused her dance — her eyes settling dead set on her unexpected audience in the empty amphitheater. ❝I’m sorry,❞ she cleared her throat as she wiped the tears, ❝I thought I was alone.❞
Jean had been exploring the campus, getting familiar as her photographic memory did her a favor. She saw exploring as an opportunity to be able to use her new knowledge to help any new students find their way around campus. She soon found herself wandering towards the fine arts building, heading towards the stage area where she knew more of the plays and musicals during the year would be shown. She slowly snuck inside to marvel at the stage but was given a small surprise when she saw another girl dancing so gracefully. Jean found herself in awe of her movements, they were so somber and beautiful -- but she could also feel the emotion that was being radiated from the dancer's mind. It was much different than Jean reading someone's mind -- in fact, emotions were more raw and tended to be louder than most thoughts.
It wasn’t until she recognized the tears falling down the girl’s face that she felt her heart shatter at the sight. It was bittersweet.
“Oh. No I should apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just couldn’t help but watch you dance. It was very beautiful...” She complimented, her fingers fidgeting in front of her as she walked a little closer to the stage.










