BellaNotte wrote:
[imma skip it a bit :3]
Aiden had finished all his lessons for the day and he should've been resting in his dorm room that he hadn't slept in for a while but had been overwhelemed By the mix of emotions in the day. His father's apperance had made him boil with anger and the way he had treated Becky made him feel guilty. Heck, he didn't know her name. Instead of having a rest, he was in the ballet studio, cranking up the sweet melody and dancing alond in the dark. As the climax of the song boomed around the room, Aiden felt the sweat dripping down his face, his heart racing along with the music. But then he thought of someone out of nowhere and lost his footing, falling down and hearing the music fade away.
Becky...
He rememberd that she invited him over to the studio later on. He breathed in heavily and managed to get up, not straining a muscle. Wiping the sweat away from his forehead, he still felt that fire burning inside of him and punched the wall, putting his head in his hands. He changed and grabbed his bag. When he was heading towards his dorm room, he closed his eyes and turned the other way.
To the dance studio.
He peered through the window in the door and saw them there.
[imma skip it a bit :3]
Aiden had finished all his lessons for the day and he should've been resting in his dorm room that he hadn't slept in for a while but had been overwhelemed By the mix of emotions in the day. His father's apperance had made him boil with anger and the way he had treated Becky made him feel guilty. Heck, he didn't know her name. Instead of having a rest, he was in the ballet studio, cranking up the sweet melody and dancing alond in the dark. As the climax of the song boomed around the room, Aiden felt the sweat dripping down his face, his heart racing along with the music. But then he thought of someone out of nowhere and lost his footing, falling down and hearing the music fade away.
Becky...
He rememberd that she invited him over to the studio later on. He breathed in heavily and managed to get up, not straining a muscle. Wiping the sweat away from his forehead, he still felt that fire burning inside of him and punched the wall, putting his head in his hands. He changed and grabbed his bag. When he was heading towards his dorm room, he closed his eyes and turned the other way.
To the dance studio.
He peered through the window in the door and saw them there.