The Ballet of the Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


The stars sparkled especially bright that night. The whole sky danced in a perfect waltz, showcasing their exquisite talent only to those who dared to watch. She gazed with such intentness, she didn’t notice the boy watching too. From just below the roof where she sat in the complete darkness of the night, he walked slowly, craning his neck up to watch the dancers who moved so carelessly across their grand stage, sweeping the audience to a mesmerizing awe.
This happened frequently. She crawled out onto that roof in the cold, wrapping her soft, brown blanket over her shoulders and watched again those ballerinas turn ever so delicately. And he walked too, the same pathway as the night before, gazing up at the stars, longing to get a closer look. Until one night, a thick cloud of fog covered the sky, the curtain drawn on the stage. Her heart sank at the emptiness of the night and he too ran to the street, hoping to catch even a glimpse. She then noticed him. Down on the street where he had walked every night, just one of the audience as herself.
 “You won’t be able to see them. The fog’s too thick.” she called down to him. His head whipped around, his eyes meeting hers.
 “I guess so.” He gazed up at her, her long auburn locks flowing so gracefully over her shoulders. “You watch them too?” She smiled and nodded, releasing a breath of condensation into the early winter air.
“The only thing to at this time of night. It’s like a free ballet.” He let out a muted chuckle.
“I only wish we could see them closer.” She grinned at him and then up to the sky.
“Oh, darling. We have front row seats.” He watched her climb through the window from her roof into the darkness of her home. He smiled at the night which he knew so well and breathed out a heavy sigh. Another critic of the acclaimed Ballet of the Night, he thought.
The next week was gloomy. It rained endlessly during the day and late into the night. A thick layer of cloud covered the night sky. The dancers. He thought of her. She thought of him. And they both thought of the stars.
Weeks passed, rain poured. The boy and girl both itched for their beloved ballet to again play. But it wasn’t until a thick layer of snow covered the ground that it did. But the cold didn’t stop the boy and the girl for they slipped into their heaviest coats and hurried outside to watch their world come together again.
She waited for him by the street, humming a melody into the silent night. And when he came, she said nothing but “Come”, taking his hand and pulling him through the snow. And he followed her without resistance; he trusted her because she loved the night. And he loved the night.
They trudged through the snow on the streets and when she pulled him to the edge of the woods, he didn’t resist. So they went, deep into the forest, watching the stars as they went, drinking in the dance.
 “We’re here,” she whispered to him. He gasped at the clearing of the forest, overlooking the ocean. The sky opened up over the glittering snow and ice.
 “These are front row seats,” he whispered to her. She smiled, her cheeks rosy from the cold. They walked to the edge of the cliff and sat with their feet hanging over the edge. In silence they watched the dance in unity. They needn’t know each other’s names, they’d get to that soon enough. All they needed now was to watch the night because that was the most important thing they shared: the stars.

 
 


Submitted: November 24, 2014

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