I stand in the rain coming down inside the huge open room, staring out the window, out into the worlds of beautiful, living people. There is no chance for me, I got myself in too far. I thought this would make all the pain go away, but instead it got passed on to all those other people.
"Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist," he pleads.
After this, there will be no going back. Taking his cold hands, feeling the cold rain pour down my skin, I realize I am the only warm thing left here. And even the bit of warmth left in me is slipping away.
"Can I go back?" I ask.
"Why would you ask that? This is what you get when you dance w