Time seems to slow as we approach one another, but neither of us stops. My heart is practically pounding out my chest.
We finally meet in the middle of the dance floor, and for a moment, neither of us knows what to say. The music envelops us, and the soft glow of the overhead lights turns purple to match the slow beat of the song, casting a romantic, intimate atmosphere around us.
Karl breaks the silence, holding out his hand to me. “Abby,” he says softly, his voice hardly more than a whisper, “may I have this dance?”
I look at his hand, then back into his eyes, searching for answers. But all I find is sincerity, a flicker of regret, and a hint of something else that I can’t quite place. Without a word, I place my hand in his, and his arm loops around my waist.
For a few moments, we just sway together, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. I can feel eyes on us, but I don’t look away from him, and he doesn’t look away from me. We’re close enough to kiss, but we don’t. We just gaze at each other, each of us too stunned to speak.
And then I notice it.
“Wait, is this…?” I begin, to which Karl nods, a slight smile flickering across his lips.
“It is,” he says. “I noticed it, too.”
The song playing is one that used to be very meaningful to us during our relationship. I can’t help but remember the times we danced to it in our living room, holding each other close, feeling the warmth of his embrace. The memories flood back, and I can’t deny the bittersweet feeling that washes over me.
Karl breaks the silence again, his voice low and heartfelt. “Abby, you look stunning tonight,” he says, his eyes and fingers tracing the lines of my gown. “I should have never made you hide your beautiful body when we were together. I’m so glad to see you come into your own now.”
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Please more updates! I hope Abby gets her happy ending with Karl. I SEE how his chanced and he knows that Abby needs to be her own person too....