She was watching him, his dark brown eyes, dancing for hours, motion flowing through him. He felt her stare, and quickly moved towards her. They danced a dance of happiness and joy. they left, together. They had fun that night. He said 'goodbye,' she said 'goodnight.' She didn't wake up.


He found a body. Police don't believe him. They put him in jail. They beat him. He tells them he loved her. They ask if he killed her. He says that it's not his fault. They ask how he killed her. He says, 'by not trusting, not loving.' It wasn't him.

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