Having successfully breathed for at least a few minutes without having a sudden heart attack, I looked over my shoulder to see if Olive and Jason were still up.
They were. And they were dancing.
With no music.
I still don’t know what about that scene struck my heart so strongly, but I remember the raw pain I felt in my chest.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t jealousy. I wanted nothing but happiness for them, but maybe it was the first time I’d wanted someone to hold me that closely, to look at me just like Jason was looking at Olive. His fingers were playing with her hair as Olive’s head rested against his chest. Eyes closed.
There was no music.
Nothing but the two of them in the world.
So, for a brief moment, I wanted the same for myself.
The feeling of security that someone was there to hold you up when gravity was too much to handle on your own, that you had someone you could trust enough to let go.
Just for a moment, I wanted someone to hold me up and tell me everything would be okay, that my fears were uncalled for.