He possessed little energy. Movements barely there. But when he gazed into her hopeful eyes, He knew he still had his dance. It had been within him all along. And as sparks flew between the two, He could feel the dance in his blood. He could feel the dance in his heartbeat. --- Her few breaths were shallow. Her energy, naught. But as she watched his colours begin to return, She felt she could finally breathe once more. Breathe, breathe, breathe. And as the air seemed to heat up between the two, Her breaths gradually began to become more powerful. Like a silent oath. Like a heartbeat.
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