Descending the steps, I smiled as I took one step after the other in his direction. My heels clicked on the steps and I held my skirts up so I wouldn't trip. It was perfect.

He was perfect, wearing his black suit, his hair perfectly smooth and his blue eyes staring at me. Alone he stood in the middle of the otherwise empty ballroom. The chandelier shone above him.

'Wow', he said as he took a step in my direction. 'You look stunning.'

'Thanks', I replied as I threw my hair over my shoulders.

I felt the blood rushing through my veins as I reached the bottom of the stairs. We made eye contact for a second, before I looked away. It was perfect, everything was perfect tonight.

'You look amazing', I whispered and my words echoed through the room.

I took another step towards him and reached out for his hands. He took them without hesitation. His hands were soft and he squeezed them softly. He put his hand on my wrist.

'I love you', I whispered as I put my hand on his.

I squeezed his other hand softly as we moved our arms away from our bodies and took another step towards each other. I felt him breathing in my neck. He took a step forwards and I followed.

Together we danced on the marble floor in the empty ballroom, the only thing that mattered that moment was us. Not our surroundings, not the music that filled the ballroom as we danced.

This was our perfect last dance.