"If history tells of the men we were, my dear. Of me they'd tell the tale of a foolish man who waited far too long to tell the boy who loved him so completely, that he loved him with all he had in return. Even if it was unspoken."

His breath became slow and laboured as he pulled me in, to slowly pushy me out and spin me, and then pull me back. His hands finding their rightful places, one upon my waist, and the other, gently above the heart he stole.

"Why did you wait? Why tell me now? Why would you choose the day I finally decided to move on, to give my love to someone who'd return it, even if it were fake, to tell me that you love me? How could you be that cruel?"

I tried to keep my composure as the eyes watched us. Sure, there were many people dancing, nobles and nouveau riche alike. But we were without a doubt, the pair everyone was excited to see. After all, he was the man who trained me. What more fitting way to end a night could there be?

He swallowed thickly, his usually hard to read eyes were framed beautifully by his black lace mask. They seemed to be shining, sparkling with a warm light, gazing down at me as though I were priceless, perfect. He'd said those words to me before, countless times... But why did I only just feel them now?

"Because, my love. I'm a selfish, self-centered, self entitled and lonely man, with no one to call my own... So what else was I to do on the day the man to whom I belong, is supposed to marry, but come and see if we still fit together, one last time?"

With that, my resolve shattered. I somehow lost the tempo of the music, blanked the world around me as I lost my footing. But there he was to catch me. He was always there to catch me, wasn't he? Even if he acted like it were such a burden, he still turned up and saved me.

I didn't know what else to do, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see anything else but him in that moment. I let him pull me to a standing position, my weight rested on him. But I didn't push off like I would in practise, I didn't pull away.

Instead, I let my hands drift up his chest and around his neck, I pulled him as close to me as I could. We were so close I could feel his breath on my lips, and I finally felt that spark inside me again. A year. It'd been a year since I felt that spark inside me, and I never believed I'd get it back... My spark wasn't in me, was it?.. No... He is my spark...

I slowly closed what little distance was left, and this time he didn't move. For the first time I felt his lips against my own and I felt myself catch fire. I felt that light that everyone craved to see from me burst out and ignite the room... I felt... I felt the other half of my soul come home.

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So, this is a little thingy I wrote. I plan on turning it into a story, but what do you guys think?