[Maya's heart practically soars the second she can meet Peregrine's eyes. She can't remember the last time they all looked like this -- blissful, like the teenagers they are. She can't certainly can't remember when things felt lighter than air, felt as easy as breathing. Before the loss of Connor, certainly, though it may well have been after Mumble even.
But right now, that doesn't matter. Right now, she pushes that thought as far from her mind as she can, and simply focuses on each note, each verse, each step. Every moment is precious, and she'll cling to every second.]
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But right now, that doesn't matter. Right now, she pushes that thought as far from her mind as she can, and simply focuses on each note, each verse, each step. Every moment is precious, and she'll cling to every second.]
Can I have this dance?