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A slow and classical music played in the ears of Phoenix, appeasing him, as he felt himself spinning around and around. The room they were in was so lustrous, that Phoenix could look at themselves on the walls, their reflections saluting them. The pastel lighting illuminated them like they were the stars of the scene.
Phoenix closed his eyes, holding into Miles as they danced, spinning and valsing, to the music echoing around the room. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so relaxed, so…loved. Phoenix looked up at Miles and smiled dreamily. He was here, right in front of him, and for some reason, that felt surreal for the dark haired man. Gently, he laid his head on Miles’ right shoulder, letting himself go with the flow of the music and their pace.
“I never want this to end. I wish we could stay like this forever.” Phoenix said gently, the words fuzzy and far-off, like they weren’t coming from Phoenix’s mouth but from elsewhere, resonating inside his entrails.
As he spoke those words, the air around seemed to ripple. Whorls of colour materialised in front of Phoenix’s eyes, and he blinked, trying desperately to make them go away and prevent them from ruining the moment any further.
The two of them spun a little more before Miles made a move for Phoenix to bend backward, his hand secure around his waist. Phoenix’s left hand behind Miles’ shoulder gripped his clothes a little more as he did just that. But the sensation of Miles loosened faintly, like a distant memory, and Phoenix found himself searching into Miles’ silvery eyes for something .
Miles sighed, slowly closing his eyes as if to assimilate the words inside his mouth. “Phoenix,” He finally spoke, his eyes on Phoenix and his voice as smooth and deep as Phoenix remembered. “Phoenix, you need to wake up.” Desperation in his voice, Phoenix realised that he looked troubled, concerned. “Please. This has gone on for too long now.”
But Phoenix continued to smile dumbly, even though deep inside all he wanted was to let the tears flow down. He wanted to ask why, yet a deep interior voice murmured that it won’t be enough. Instead, he brought his head a little closer to the Miles’ and closed his grip on their right hands lovingly. The warmth they produced a solace. He looked fervently into Miles’ eyes, burning the metallic colour into his own retina.
In a last sorrowful pleading whisper;
“Just one last dance.”