I said nothing, an awkward moment took place and I sat in front of her.

Later, I learnt that her name was Ambre. She was 15 at the time. She was an accomplished dancer, well known in Poland, but she was very modest and she used to blush a lot if you talked about that fact. She didn't like to talk about her past, but I knew I was one of her only friends. She used to hang around alone, lost in her thoughts and nothing could stop her from being shut. Except me. I mean, when I arrived I could see her look lighten up.

   She was impressed by my position. I was one of the rare male dancers that were dancing at the ballet.

Of course, I felt embarrassed too, as I was kind of shy and stressed out because of all the people around me.

Sometimes you just want to stop being someone you're not. And that, that was my case. I loathed to be with my family, in the city, at school, and anywhere else, except at the ballet. People were simply focused on their own dance, nothing else mattered.

Ambre and I quickly had a brother-sister relationship based on a real trust. Two months passed and she thought about a trip, in Amsterdam or Paris. I knew she dreamt about Paris, especially the Opera Garnier, I heard it was a masterpiece. I secretly bought tickets for Paris then. And I took her there for her birthday, a month later. I can't describe the feeling I had when I saw her face, I mean that face, see what I mean? The kind you can't forget because it's the most precious thing you've ever seen.

Her dimples were bigger than ever, her smile was honest and brighter than the sun itself. Her eyes were almost totally closed and her cheeks were filled as much as the moon during full moon. I wish I could have taken a picture with my eyes, instead I purely savored this moment as much as I could.

The trip was planned four days later, so she'd have the time to pack her things. Her parents loved me, so they were okay with this situation, to them I was sort of a son.

the second chapter is finally out lol (as you were dying to discover these new lines), see you next time for the last one,
Léa x