?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Twenty-Nine ?
~It was impossible for the blind to see but it felt like she had seen those beautiful eyes~
?BALLERINA?
“I’m so excited. You are finally coming back to the palace.” Heather said excitedly.
“Hmm.” Ballerina hummed looking down at the ground.
She should be happy, right?
Every patient in this hospital will be very excited to discover that they are getting discharged but why wasn’t she?
Why was her own case different?
Why was she rather unhappy about the news?
Well, it’s obvious.
Her aunt is gone and the palace would never be the same without her presence.
Honestly the palace will only be a reminder about her and she hates it. She hates to acknowledge the fact that her aunt was gone.
Why can’t life be a little fair for her?
Ballerina let out a de-ep breath and quickly wiped off the tears that just ran down to her face.
She doesn’t want to cry. Crying are meant for the weak… she wasn’t weak. But even at that, she still can’t stop herself from crying.
“Why are you crying, my princess?”
She sniffed. “I’m not crying.” Her lie would have gone throu-ghif only her voice was not husky.
Heather came to sit beside her and pulled her into a side hug. “My princess, you don’t have to cry. You should be happy instead… i mean, you are getting discharged.”
“I know.” Ballerina sniffed again. “But I miss her. I don’t think I will be able to live in that palace without thinking of her.” She sighed, pulling away from the embrace, she stood up to her feet and went closer to the window. “The palace won’t remain the same without her, you know.”
Heather stood up to her feet as well and walked closer to Ballerina. “We miss her too, my princess but with or without her, life goes on.” She patted Ballerina on her back. “I’m sure she wants you to be happy as well and move on with your life.”
“Gosh.” Ballerina wiped off her tears then turned to stare at Heather. “Let’s go.”
They both walked out of the ward, they were walking towards the open entrance when they bumped into doctor Charles.
“My princess.” Doctor Charles bowed his head in respect before looking back up at Ballerina. “How does it feel like to get discharged?”
Ballerina shrugged her shoulders. “Should I feel anything special?” She asked rudely.
“I_” He was a bit taken aback with her response _like come on, she was the nice princess and hearing her sound this rude was quite a surprise, even to Heather _
“Do I sound rude?” She asked him.
“I… no.” He replied looking away from her.
“Good.” She brushed past him and walked away alongside Heather and two guards.
She knew she was rude but hey, fu-ckhim. If only he opens up and tell her everything he knows, maybe things wouldn’t been this complicated like they are right now.
Ballerina, Heather and the two guards got to the car parked in the parking lot but Ballerina didn’t get in even when the door was already opened for her.
“My princess,” Heather nodded to the open door.
“I’m not going home.” She announced.
“Why not? Do you feel sick or something?” Heather asked worriedly.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I just need to go to the cemetery.” She said.
“I’m coming with you.” Heather said to her.
“No. You can’t come with me. I want to_”
“Hi.” A voice interrupted from behind. They all turned around to find detective Paulo staring at them with a smile on his face _more like staring at their princess_
“What are you doing here?” Ballerina asked, with a questioning brow raised.
“I heard you were getting discharged today.” He said.
“Heather.” Ballerina said throu-ghgritted teeth, turning to glare at her personal maid.
“I’m so sorry, my princess.” The poor maiden apologized.
Ballerina let out a sigh before turning back to Paulo. “You don’t have to come see me off.”
“I didn’t come to see you off.” He said. “I’m here to have an important discussion with you. Hope you don’t mind?”
“Listen, I have something very important to do right now. So i would suggest you return when I’m less busy.” She told him.
“I need to discuss something with you regarding your aunt’s case.” He said.
Ballerina stared at him for a while to see whether there was any sign of lie but there wasn’t. “Let’s go. Did you bring your car?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then.” She turned to Heather. “You all can go back to the palace, I will be fine with him.” She said to both her personal maid and the guards.
“Are you sure you will be fine without us, my princess.”
“Don’t worry I will keep her save.” Paulo a-ssured them with a gentle smile on his face.
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Neither of them said a word throu-ghout the ride. Ballerina was fine with that.
She just stared at the every place they pas-sand enjoy the view of it.
Truth be told, she likes the fact that she could see again.
Will it be selfish of her to think that?
Her aunt died and here she is enjoying her eyes… she felt guilty. Guilty of something she didn’t even do.
Ballerina sighed, looking down at her lap. She was scared. What if she don’t find the murderer who murdered both her aunt and parents? What if they come for her too?
But come to think of it, what missing self does she need to look for?
Why didn’t her aunt tell her about that?
Why did her aunt kept things away from her?
Why didn’t she confide in her and tell her everything that she needs to know?
Why did her aunt made her look stupid?
She won’t even be able to differ who the enemy is.
She was like a lost sheep in the midst of elephants.
“We are here.” Paulo announced, bringing the car to halt in front of an open gate that leads to the graveyard.
Ballerina didn’t make any attempt to get out of the car. She just sat there and stared ahead of the open gate as if in search of that particular tombstone from the distance.
She was afraid to go in.
She was afraid to even face her aunt’s tombstone.
She was afraid to act like everything was fine when in reality they weren’t.
She was afraid to tell her aunt how sorry she was for saying those mean things to her that night.
She was afraid to tell her goodbye.
When her parents died, she was just Eight years of age, she didn’t know anything at then but she knew de-ep down she’d lost two people special.
She cried.
She starve.
She even almost stopped dancing.
She was lost.
She thought she would remain like that for the rest of her life _lost_ but her aunt found her.
Most people thought it was ballet that brou-ght her back to life but it wasn’t. It was her precious aunt.
She gave her the love she thought she lost.
When she cries, her aunt will wipe away her tears, and sometimes she cries with her and other times she try telling a joke to make her(Ballerina) smile.
When she starve, her aunt will starve herself as well, sometimes she brings in food for her and other times she prepare the food herself just to feed her and make sure that she eats.
When she thought she was lost…her aunt found her.
Her aunt was like a ballet… without ballet she can’t live, that goes to her aunt as well, without her aunt she was like a lost sheep.
Will she ever be able to find herself again?
“Princess Ballerina?” Paulo called out to her but she didn’t answer.
She was so lost in her thought.
“Ballerina.” Paulo called out again, tapping her on her shoulder.
She jerked up, coming back to earth. She snapped her head to look at him, her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“Are you okay?” He asked her now.
“Should I be?” She fired back, frowning at him.
“You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” He told her, ignoring her earlier rude remark.
She sniffed, looking back at the open gate. It took her five minutes to reply him. “I want to,” Her voice were husky. “But I can’t.” She admitted.
“Why?”
“I don’t know…” She looks back at him, the tears she have been trying so ha-rd to hold were already flowing down. “Maybe I feel guilty.”
“Of what?”
“Of everything.” She sniffed again. “She never enjoyed her youthful life and that’s all because of me.” She cried. “She never had the time to date anyone, hang out with friends, enjoy life like every normal lady would,” She paused. “She treated me like a daughter, she sold her life just for me. And now…” She gulped down hard. “She gave up her eyes just for me.” She sobbed uncontrollably. “Am *sobs* I *sobs* worth *sobs* it?” She wasn’t asking him but she wish he could provide her with the answer that she needed.
Paulo couldn’t say a word. He just stared at her, pitifully and damn, she hated it whenever people give her that look.
He was going to say a word but she beat him to it and said. “You don’t have to answer that.” She wiped off her tears and got down from the car.
Ballerina slowly walked inside the silent graveyard, her legs were shaky, her hands were shivering, her face were pale, her li-ps were trembling… in other word, she was a complete mess.
Finally, she got to the graveyard she have been so afraid of.
CLAIRE WILSON,
A WONDERFUL AUNT, A GOOD SISTER AND A BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER. MAY HER GENTLE SOUL REST IN PEACE.
Ballerina trailed her fingertip against the scribbled letters and started crying all over again.
She miss her like crazy.
She wish she could see her again even if it was for the last time.
Why was death so unfair?
Why does the good ones have to die first?
Why not the bad ones?
She’s sure all of these people buried in this graveyard were good people.
“I’m sorry.” That was the only word that could leave her mouth as she kept crying while leaning on the huge tombstone.
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Ballerina sat on the ground and was string at the tombstone.
She wasn’t crying.
She was just staring.
No words left her li-ps but inside her she was saying a lot to her aunt.
Like the saying goes; for you to connect to the dead, you have to speak to them throu-ghyour heart.
~FLASHBACK~
*Why is it that whenever we visit mom and dad, you don’t say anything them?* Sixteen years old Ballerina asked her aunt as they walked out of the graveyard.
*I’ve said a lot to them.* Claire replied with a smile.
*I didn’t hear a word from you.*
*Well, you wouldn’t be able to because i spoke to throu-ghthrou-ghmy heart.*
*What? Is that even possible?*
*Of course, haven’t you heard the saying, if you want to connect to the dead, you have to speak to them throu-ghyour heart.*
*Is that even possible?*
*Yes, it is dear. But,* She stopped walking and turned to Ballerina. *If I die, I want you to always dance for me… that way, I will be able to have a peaceful life in my afterworld.*
*Don’t speak about death, aunt. Because you aren’t going to die. Not now or ever.*
*Death is for everyone, sweetie.*
*Yes, it is. But you are not going go die now until I make you proud.*
*Whenever i die, I want you to always know that I’m proud of you no matter what.*
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Ballerina started dancing right in front of her aunt’s tombstone and other tombstone.
She twirled with her hands in the air, she raised on leg up and started turning, she started hopping from one toe to the other, dancing.
Tears kept screaming down to her face as she danced.
*Do you know what i love about your dance moves?* her aunt question rang in her head as she danced.
*What?* She had asked her.
*Your smile.*
*My smile?*
*Yes. You always look happy whenever you dance.* She answered, smiling as well. *Your smile is what makes your dance beautiful.*
Ballerina started smiling as she danced. She pirouette then lifted her leg off the ground, her legs were extended while her hands were in the air, slowly she came down right in front of someone.
He wasn’t dead, he was rather very much alive. His eyes were perfect but they look sad. He wasn’t smiling but the look he was giving her felt like he was trying to remember her.
She felt trapped.
His eyes captivated her.
It was impossible for the blind to see but it felt like she had seen those beautiful eyes before while she was blind.
Crazy, right?
She hasn’t stopped smiling, her hands were still on the air… she was still in the very same dancing position but the different here was, she was standing in front of a Greek god.
Who would believe that someone have been watching her as she danced?
Who would believe he have been here all this time?
Definitely not her.
He slowly raised his hand up and stroked her face, her heart skipped a beat. The wind were very strong that he kept bringing her hair to her face, the Greek god in font of her helped her push the hair to the back of her ear.
“We meet again.”
His voice…
They sound so familiar.
Suddenly, his head dropped on her shoulder and he fell unconscious.
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#To Be Continued