He moves like a dancer.

The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's magic.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

I highly regret this day in advance.

Just stand. Bend. Balance.