Flash Fiction friday on Saturday

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and then on Friday (Flash Fiction Friday) we post a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 words, give or take.  


(pic has been removed: couple dancing)



The Last Dance by Blodeuedd


She went to see him as he was training. She stood by the pillars and looked at him for what seemed like hours. He spun around with a sword in hand and it seemed liked he was dancing all by himself. She knew that he sensed her presence but he said nothing and she stood still. She smiled for a moment but it died out on her lips. Her heart raced in her chest and she closed her eyes. She wanted to remember him just like this.


“Elene.” 
She had not heard him and suddenly she felt his hand on her chin. She did nothing and gasped for air. It hurt her soul to be so near him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. She melted away and clung to him with all she got. But then she stepped back and broke the spell.
“I can’t.”
He looked at her with those sad eyes and her heart broke just a bit more.
“One last dance?”
How could she refuse him? She let him lead her out and they danced until their feet hurt. Neither wanting it to end, neither wanting to let go, or get any closer as that would burn away any strength they had left. Time seemed to stop as he held her on his arms and she thought her feet lifted from the floor at one time. Love gave her wings, but love also burned away those wings.


Footsteps echoed in the hallway and he let her go with a sigh. He turned away and picked up his sword and started his practice again. She stood in the middle of the room and tried to compose herself. Not to let anything show. To be the ice princess she could be, that she had to be.


“Ahhh, there you are.” 
Why did he have to sound so cheerful?  She slowly turned. “My prince,” she quickly kneeled and he came up to her and kissed her hand as he helped her up. “I thought you would be here, “ she explained and his just smiled.
“No, I have better things to do the evening before my wedding.” His eyes were so kind, his smile so sweet and she did her best to smile a bit too. 
“Yes, and so do I,” she softly said and they walked out. She wanted to look back, but could not. Tomorrow she would marry, and her husband’s brother would be forbidden and forgotten.


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Sad :(