• I walk into the room and the whole world freezes. It's just me and him, forever dancing, forever spining. The rest of the world is moving, somewhere. But here they are still, merely a backround to us. Or to me. Is he in the world that is still in motion? I wouldn't know. His silver-blue eyes don't look at me, they look at her. Her face. Her eyes. Stone cold, I sit. The room is brightening, the people, moving. I know that he wants her now, but then why does he still glance, still seem to wonder? He has left me, he doesn't need words to say that.
    I am still Frozen.
    I have been flung out of the dance.
    Never to return.