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Ecstasy

He always thought there was a little haste in her walk. The way she sped, as if she were running from something. Something by one glance at her face indicated to him, the kind of ecstasy he hadn't seen anywhere.

Greeting everyone, as she came through the hallway, he stared. He looked, and he looked till he gave up looking. Something kept him bound to her. He was always happy he had her. As that is what he thought loving her meant.

However, having her wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. All the eyes gazing at his star- to be taken off of it.

He tried his best. He did all he could to encapsulate the shine of her spirit, the brilliance of her charm, and her poise.

It worked. It did. But, it stopped the moment she realised. Realised her ecstacy. Her shine.

All boundaries swept aside, as she walked the ramp of her excellence, for her routine, is what the audience wished and longed for.

That was the day he realised, the haste in her walk was her flight from who she was. The light that scared her, was what she was running from, and that that shine that bound them, was her salvation.

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