What do I do? I mean do I stay here and ignore the fact that she is clearly shattered, or do I go and comfort her? She holds her arms tightly around herself and whimpers. I tiptoe back to the large room and get back in bed. What is going on in her head? I don't understand what dancing means to her. It's like there's this whole other side to her that cannot be revealed.  I slowly fall back asleep to the sound of her feet hitting the floor. 

The next morning, I wake up and notice an empty bed beside mine. Oh no. She decided to leave. I see a note on the small table and reach to grab it.

Good morning,

I didn't want to wake you up, but the phone rang this morning to say that breakfast was served. I'll be there. I didn't leave. I feel like I owe you that much. 

She didn't even sign her name, although she didn't really need to, since I know it's her. I get out of bed and change, before heading downstairs where they are serving breakfast. She was sitting alone at a table, eating some toast with fruits on the side of her plate. She didn't look up from her plate as she ate shyly. I head straight to the table and sit in the chair across from hers. 

"Good morning." She says, as she grabs a piece of watermelon from her plate and eats it. 

"Morning to you too." This was kind of the weirdest, most unnatural thing ever. What got into me? I'm a fucked up dude I guess.

"When you finish eating, I'll drive you home. I hope you will be happy from now on." When I mention the word 'home', her whole body tenses up. I frown but keep my concern to myself. It is, after all, none of my business. Although I probably crossed that line already. All she does in response is nod and crunch in her toast. 

After breakfast, I drive up a road where she said her house was, and I felt a jolt of pain. From the outside looks of it, the house seemed as though it was going to crumble down at any moment. I park on the side of the road and kill the motor. She fumbles with her fingers in a nervous way. I look at her, worried. 

"Are you going to be okay?" She looks up from looking down at her fingers. She sighs loudly. 

"Yeah."  But she didn't sound very convincing. She gets out of my car and carefully shuts the door. She stays frozen beside the car. She doesn't want to go home, that much I can tell.