Existence in a Ball

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is complex, confusing, intriguing, all that goes through the minds of two people bound together by just one dance. Set in a Gregorian mansion setting, a young man and woman experience fate

Submitted: March 02, 2016

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Submitted: March 02, 2016



William couldn’t help but smile as he took Millicent’s hands in his and twirled her about the empty floor of the drawing room, imagining a ball flourishing around them. Millicent giggled as she turned and stepped, and turned and stepped, perfectly in time to the gramophone playing softly in the background. William admired the natural beauty in the way her hair cascaded smoothly down her shoulders, and in her large brown eyes that turned the color of caramel in the golden light of the room.

He wasn’t so bad himself, she thought to herself. Millicent couldn’t help but wonder at his perfectly symmetrical face, and his powerful blue eyes that spoke to her with life.

This was a momentary lapse in time, where the sheer illusion of the fifth dimension coiled in on itself until it burst into an endless void in which the two forever wished to be entangled in. But human existence isn’t solely based upon these dimensions. There are factors within them, the laws that keep everything in order. So when the song stopped playing on the gramophone, and the needle screeched across the blank face of the vinyl, Millicent lost her sense of balance and rhythm, and stumbled over Mr. Atwin's foot. He was quick to react by grabbing her waist before she could fall to the floor.

“Careful,” he whispered as he helped her back onto her feet.

“I’m sorry,” Millicent apologized in her uncommonly genteel voice. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” William’s laughter echoed throughout the large room, giving life to every sour corner that was until present, forever untouched.

The man moved away from the young woman to turn over the vinyl. “Do not apologize for such petty things,” he explained to her from over his shoulder. “Apologies are meant for actions and words that harm one’s self-esteem or heart. If we waste our whole lives apologizing for the small things, we wouldn’t feel any better than an old dog cowering before its master with its tail tucked between its legs.”

“I sure hope you aren’t referring to me as a dog,” Millicent answered seriously.

“Only if you continue in this manner,” replied William honestly. She followed him over to the sofa in front of the fireplace where he stirred the embers before seating himself on the cushion beside her.

“Promise me that you will recognize the power in the beauty that you possess.” William raised a hand to cradle her face in the palm of his hand. He smiled, slowly, softly, as he leaned in to give her a kiss he’d waited a lifetime to give her. 

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