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[Maple ♥]

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[Maple ♥]

    “What’s that?” I asked, leaning against one of the shelves. Blakes features were flickering with the light of the candles as he bent down to fumble with a sleek box thing I’d never seen before.

    “It plays music,” he breathed, making my heart skip a few beats. Music? I hadn't heard music in so long...I was beginning to think I’d never listen to it again. Now I was interested in what he was working on.

    “And you got it to work?” my eyes darted over his work as he pressed his index finger down on a button, rolling himself until he was upright in the center of all the candles. His dark eyes scanned over me a bit before clearing his throat.

    “Yeah. I asked Dylan if he could fix it up for me. It’s something called a Panasonic and you stick these little...disk things in it,” he held up a shining donut shaped object between two fingers. Blake almost looked excited, his smile bigger than I’d ever seen on him before.

    Instantly I started to think he’d put in a band I wouldn’t like, because let’s face it. We had celebrities in our State, and musicians too. Genres of music varied for the different age groups, but I thought Blake would be a rocker or maybe even listen to music frowned upon by the Government. But as his hands laid in the disk and shut the case over it, the music was like nothing I’d ever heard before.

    “Wow,” I breathed, glancing up at Blake who was standing triumphantly about his work. A guitar in the song began to lull me into a more tranquil state, making my muscles unwind from their stiff positions. The music seemed to have the same affect on Blake who had his eyes closed, enjoying what he heard. When a soulful, smooth male’s voice began to sing, I felt a shaky breath leave my mouth. This was beautiful.

    “Have you ever heard him before?” I questioned quietly. Blake shrugged his shoulders, finally opening his eyes to gaze at me again. If I hadn’t been without oxygen already, that look definitely pumped the rest from my lungs.

    “No...but I like it,” he looked pleased. Before I knew it, he dipped a little at the waist and held out his hand towards me. “You want to dance, Mandy?” his eyes flashed with hopefulness.

    My hands began to shake and I felt a bit clammy. I didn’t know if accepting his offer was going to end graciously. Knowing me, I’d probably trip into the candles and burn the whole house to the ground. But he was being so sincere and genuine, I couldn’t really stop my hand from slipping into his nervously. His strong fingers grabbed mine, pulling me towards him a few steps before we were close in proximity. The air that reined in my lungs dissipated as he placed my free hand over his shoulder, still engulfing the other one in his. Blake began to step in tune to the beat, slow, guiding me along with him.

    I was so self conscious about tripping or looking stupid that I just made myself stumbled like a dork. A low chuckle reverberated from Blake’s chest though he didn’t tighten his grip on me. “Just let me lead you. Don’t worry so much about where you put your feet. It’ll be more natural that way,” he whispered near my ear, making me want to flinch away. But I controlled myself, trying to do what he told me. Soon we were matched in stepping and dancing to the song, in sync.

    The distance between our chests was noticeable; maybe it wasn’t close enough, or too far. But it didn’t feel right to me.

    “This is a little cliche, don’t you think?” I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. Blake’s features were light, almost dream like. It was a completely different side of him I had yet to notice. I liked when he had a subtle smile on his thin lips and small sparkle in his deep eyes. Our bodies swung in tune to the beat and I tried, very sloppily, to stay caught up to him. We were required to take dance classes when we were young, but I’d since then lost the art of stepping in tune with someone else. But Blake didn’t seem to mind.

    He pushed my hand out, guiding me into a twirl that made my hair fan out around my head. When he brought me back to him, his eyes held hints of sadness in them as we began to dip and sway once more. “We might die tomorrow, Mandy. We could die anytime, and quickly,” he frowned a little and spun me out again before bringing me to his chest once again. “Nothing’s cliche anymore,” he murmured and ran his thumb pad over my hand, sending shivers up along my spine.

    Blake was right. No matter how much I relented and thought of the past; it was just that, the past. Everything was changing. No help was coming for us. Life would forever be altered, and we’d always have to be on our toes in order to stay alive. Taking chances wasn’t going to cost us anything; no being Taken, no fear that we were breaking rules. It went against everything I’d ever learned, but maybe I didn’t care anymore. Maybe, I wasn’t afraid of the unknown right now. Maybe I needed to step out of my wall and be happy for more than two seconds.

    With these mindsets in thought, I let my head rest on Blake’s chest, taking that chance. Instantly his body softened against mine and we almost became one entity, moving to the music together, connected by this touch. He smelt like sweat and the dull smell of candle wax. The beat of his heart next to my ear reminded me of something. We were alive. Not dead. We had something to live for, and that was hope. The group, Blake, me; we all believed we’d survive. As long as our heart are still beating and we could find moments to live for, like this one, here, now; there was still something to live for.

    I felt a finger press into the bottom of my chin and Blake ushered me to look up at him again. His lips were parted like he was thinking deep thoughts that I wouldn’t hear him utter, but mostly it was just his eyes that swam with a glassiness to them. The voice that came from him was soft, “Mandy…” he seemed to be at a loss for words as I watched him expectantly. Before I knew it, his face careened towards mine and his hand brought the small of my back closer to his torso. But right as he was about to kiss me, I turned my head, my heart beating horribly fast. I couldn’t do it. 

    Blake stopped, his eyes flickering over my side profile, before letting out a airy breath and planting the lips meant for mine against my cheek. The last few notes of the song played and I couldn’t even look at him to see the rejected glaze over them. His fingers slipped around mine in another twist, spinning my body out and leaving it there quietly. When I dared looking up at him, he didn’t seem disappointed, just content. “Thanks for the dance,” the words were modulated, not angry or sad. Without hid body heat near me or his touch grasping me, I felt soft of empty. I couldn't even look at him.

    I'd just rejected someone I might never get back. 

   Before something else happened, I just walked away into the dark, leaving him standing by himself in the eerily lit basement, trying not to cry.