A Choice

The floor was made for her, and she attracted people to follow her movements. An innocent angel, dancing to the beat that thundered through the speakers, not a care in the world. Her small frame was lit up by her golden hair, which flew through the air as she moved, creating a halo around her head.

Despite the dozens of other people, she was all he could see, all he could think about. He had come this far, and now that she was so close, he realized just how far away she truly was.

She had moved on, while he had degenerated, running in place, trying to catch her. Tears fell from his eyes as he saw how happy she was, dancing, laughing and smiling. Far happier than he had ever seen her while they were together.

He gritted his teeth. He saw a choice now. His pride was savaged, but he could rebuild, and the first step would be to turn around and walk out the door, out of the club without her ever knowing he had come after her. But then again, the thought that she would be gone, really gone from his life was something that tore at his heart.

Wiping away the tears, and with one last look at the best and worst thing in his life, he made his choice.