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It's been almost four years since the music stopped for you, since your boyfriend and dance partner broke your heart and pushed you away. You still aren't completely sure what happened. It's still a blur. The two of you had been inseparable growing up, best friends and always playing. You enrolled in every dance class you could and you both spent years practicing and perfecting your skills. You won competition after competition. Nearly everything you entered, you two won. You were the best partners, the best dancers. And it grew to something more. The dancing didn't change but the lingering looks did, the touches became more intimate, the rehearsals ended with less clothes than you started with. You're partnership started moving beyond just friendship and dance. It became so much more and you thought it would never end. But then, it did. Suddenly everything ended. Kyle was gone, as your dance partner, your lover, and your friend. He cut you off completely. He moved out, changed his phone number, and started going to a different dance studio. You didn't see him again for nearly four years. But you saw his name on an ad for a dance company, a performance for that evening. You don't know what made you go. But you did. You sat in the front row and watched him. He looks different, almost haunted. But it's still him. You left before it ended. "Hey! You weren't even going to say hello." You stop in the parking lot and turn. Kyle stands there in his costume, his chest heaving as if he'd just run from the stage in the middle. You shake your head and turn. "It was a mistake to come." His eyes widen and he steps closer. "Don't say that!"