?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Thirty-Three ?
~Answers~
?ACE?
“Have we met before?” She asked him, moving closer towards him.
Ace stayed quiet, looking de-eply into her beautiful eyes. He remembered seeing those eyes in the graveyard. He had a-ssumed it to be a dream because he knew her as someone blind and wasn’t expecting her to suddenly start seeing _turned out she can see now_
Funny, right?
Ace stuffed his hands into his pocket and let out a sigh, lowering his gaze to the ground.
He remembered the last they met at the same beach, she was blind at that time. He remembered how he got the memories of her name, which was quite a mystery to him.
Like seriously, what was her name doing in his fu-cked up head?
Have he met her before as a kid?
Does he know her but just can’t remember?
But why not?
Why can’t he remember her?
If he has really met her before as a kid then he should have recognize her, right?
*No, you were the one with your father and not your mother.* Derick had told him earlier that day.
*What if your mother can’t remember that night because she wasn’t the one who was with your father that night. What if it was someone else… probably you.*
*That can’t be possible. I can still remember that night. I remember my father and mother going out that night.*
*What if your head is playing trick on you?*
What if Paulo was right?
What if there is something really wrong with his head and mind?
What if the details he have in his head were all fake?
He needed answers.
Answers for everything.
He started getting flashback the very day he heard her name. Maybe he could find answers if he gets closer to her.
Who knows… maybe the answers he was looking for lies with her.
Anything can be possible…. and for him? He was looking for possibilities.
“Yes.” He answered, bringing his head up to look at her.
She raised a questioning brow at him, surprised. “We have? When? Where? How?” She asked all at once.
“Am I to answer every of those question?” He asked.
“Well yes. Because I’m totally con… wait, did we meet here?” She slowly asked him, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Yes. I saw you dancing. I fell in love with your dance moves. So I kept coming.” He stated with a little shrug of the shoulder.
She gasped staring at him wide eyes. Ace gave her the what’s_that_look_for? look.
“You are him?” She asked slowly, lifting her hand up and placing it over his face, surprising Ace even the more. She shut her eyes close and started trailing her fingertip over his eyebrows, eyes, ear, nose, jaw, his li-ps and finally came up to his hair, a tear sli-pped throu-ghher eyes as she smiled. “I can’t…believe it.” She whispered, opening her eyes. “You are really him. Just like I had imagine… you are handsome.” She dropped her hand down to her side.
“What was that for?” He asked her.
“I might not be able to recognize you but I recognize your features.” She stated, still smiling.
“I… don’t get.”
“The day i trailed your face when blind, you asked me what I was doing… what was my reply that day?”
Ace kept quiet for a while as if trying to remember then said. “You said, you might not be able to see my face but you can imagine it right in your head.”
“You remembered.”
Of course he could. After that day, he couldn’t fu-cking get her off his head and thoughts.
“I have a retentive memory, I guess.”
^Do you?^ His subconsciousness asked.
She chuckles lightly, walking toward the waters, wrapping her arms around her body to give warmth to herself. Suddenly a warm jacket landed on her body.
She stared down at it then slowly look up at Ace. “You will get cold.” She said calmly.
“You are the one getting cold now.” He replied her, taking the lead while she followed him from behind, putting on the jacket with a smile plastered on her face.
“Thank you.”
They both sat down on the beach sand and stared right at the flowing waters. Darla came up to sit beside her owner.
“Why didn’t you recognize me?” Ballerina asked, breaking the ice that had fallen between them.
“I was drunk. And I was also surprised.” He stated.
“I know right. How can a once blind girl start seeing all of a sudden?” She shrugged. “I will be very surprise if i were you.”
He turned to look at her. “What happened?”
Wait, why does he sound so interested in her life and business? He wasn’t that type of guy or person get so interested into someone else’s life. So what’s going on right now?
Was he crazy?
“I happened.” She replied looking at him now.
“Hmm.” He hummed, turning his face away from her and looking back at the waters.
“Why were you there?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the graveyard… why were you there?” She asked him.
He shrugged. “I was there to see my father. Don’t ask me any further question about him or anything.” He snapped.
She flinched a little. “I wasn’t going to ask anything so chill.” They fell into an awkward silent again. Neither of them saying a word. Then suddenly something clic-ked in her head and she snapped her head towards him. “You were the pa-sser-by who handed my stick over that other day, weren’t you?”
“I guess.” He shrugged.
“You’ve been watching me dance for that long?”
“I guess.”
“I didn’t even notice.”
“You wouldn’t have. I made sure sure to very quiet.”
“You said I danced okay and that you love my moves… do you really meant those words?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Why did you lie?” She questioned, offended that he lied to her about her dance moves.
“I didn’t.”
“You couldn’t even answer the question.” She pointed out.
“Here,” He handed his phone over to her, she collected it and stared down at it. There was a video playing. A video of her. Dancing. “What do you think?” He was staring at her now.
“I never imagined to dance so well like this.” She whispered, still watching herself dance beautifully.
“I never imagined a blind girl to be this perfect with her dance moves.”
“I know right.” She smiled. “Why did you video it?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “To show it to you?”
“I was blind, I couldn’t have possibly watch it.” She reasoned out.
“True. Probably to watch it when I feel like it?”
She laugh softly. “Now that sound better.” She handed his phone over to him. “Aren’t you going to ask me?”
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I started seeing and what made me so eager to want to see again?”
“I was going to ask if you were okay.” ^since when did you start becoming nice?^ His subconsciousness asked him. He doesn’t even know. But this girl… she was making him very different. So different. “But it’s not_”
“I’m doing fine.” She sighed. “I lost my aunt not quite long ago. She was murdered right in her room.”
“What?”
“Scary, right?” She smiled. “It hurts. It hurts to feel this scared. She was the only family I had after the death of my parents. She looked after me, took care of me, loved me and showed me love. She was my everything. And boom, she’s gone. I opened my eyes and could suddenly see… it was magically. Like come on, I can finally see again. I was happy. Happy that i was finally going to see my aunt, my home, Darla and even…you.”
“Me?”
She nod her head. “You are also one of the reasons why I really wanted to see again.”
“Why are you telling me all of this things?”
“I don’t know. You are probably the only one I could say all this thing to and trust.”
“Trust?”
“I know, it’s crazy.” She giggled. “But do you know what more crazy?” Ace raised a brow, indirectly telling her to talk. “Smiling when hurting inside.”
“Smiling?”
“My mother once told me, the greatest weapon to use to conquer your enemy is your smile.”
“How is that even possible?”
“I asked her that as well, trust me. But don’t know what she said to me?… She said ‘one smile can confuse the enemy.’ And she was right. My aunt used that very strategy on me.”
“Where you the enemy?”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t. But I didn’t know she was hurting inside.”
“How would you even know? You were… you know?”
“Blind?” He nod his head. “I should have still felt it.” She sighed. “Or maybe I’m just stupid.”
“Then what are you going to say about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never smiled before since his death.” He said in a low voice, lowering his gaze to the ground.
He has never opened up to someone before. She was the first. And even when his subconsciousness was telling him to stop, he still wanted to tell her. He still wanted to let her know what he really was on the inside.
“Whose death?”
“My father.” He paused. “He died when I was nine years of age.” He paused again. “I…”
“Don’t say anything.” She stopped him, placing a hand over his shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel like it.” She smiled. “It’s not that difficult, you know.”
“What?”
“Smiling. It’s not that difficult.” She shrugged. “You just have to feel the moment.”She said, standing up to her feet. She shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on the floor and began dancing to the rhythm of the waves.
“What are you doing?”
“Dancing. You said you like my dance moves.”
“And?”
“I want to give you a private concert.” She smiled, moving slowly to the rhythm. “Don’t worry I will be your private Ballerina.”
“Isn’t that your name as well?”
“Now that makes it more fun.” She giggled.
“Why are you dancing?” He asked again, still confused.
“I want to make you feel the moment.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet. “I want to make you smile.”
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?UNKNOWN?
They watch them dance while the girl kept smiling and the boy was frowning.
They hand clenched into a right fist and their face were hardened like a steel rock.
“Why are they together?” They growled in anger. “They can’t be together… it’s going to ruin my fu-cking plans!”
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#To Be Continued