“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ― Rumi
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Alastair looked at Arah, his heart banging against his chest. She was so beautiful. In the luxurious chandeliers reflecting prism across the ballroom, she looked magical, she looked out of this world... and he wondered, he wondered why this woman made him feel things he shouldn't feel. She made his heart skip and skid. It was strange for him.
"You lie." He said to her.
He was always thinking about her, even when he didn't want to think about her. And from the look in her eyes, he knew she was thinking about him, too.
He had an important job to do, which required his utmost concentration, but since the day he m
