Guardian Angel

Chapter 1 - Melody

"Are you having fun?" Aya was passing by and placed her hand on Melody's shoulder.

"Yeah, sure!" Melody knew that Aya was barely listening to the answer. Even if she would tell her that her leg was hurting, Aya would probably answer that she was happy to hear it.

"I'm happy to hear that!" Aya danced away again and Melody sighed.

Melody placed her empty glass on the wooden table and she pushed herself up. Maybe it was time to leave again. Her foot already started hurting and she didn't get the impression that anyone at this party was interested in talking to her.

"Are you leaving already?"

Melody looked up and she widened her eyes. "Were you talking to me?" She cocked her head a little and she was not capable of hiding the pitch of her voice being slightly higher than normally.

"Yes, I was talking to you." The handsome man with dark brown curls smiled while he held out his hand. "I was just going to ask you to dance with me."

Melody opened her mouth and closed it again. For a moment she stared at his hand. "O, I'm sorry. I don't dance. I can't dance." She licked her lips and she grabbed the crutch from the floor. "I can barely walk, let alone dance." She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"I think it's perfectly possible to dance, even though you can barely walk." His eyes stared straight into hers and he moved his fingers a little.

"Yeah, wheelchair dancing. But I don't see a wheelchair here and even if I would see one, you wouldn't get me in that thing." Melody raised her eyebrows and the young man started laughing out loud.

"I was not talking about a wheelchair." His warm hand grabbed hers and he pulled her to her feet. "May I?"

Melody nodded and she felt how his free hand slid around her waist. As if she didn't weight anything she was lifted of the floor and he twirled her around until they were standing in the middle of the dance floor.

Right at that moment the deejay started a slow song. Some girls on the dance floor clearly tried to get away from the boys they were dancing with. Some boys mumbled something about not being able to do this.

But the hand around Melody's waist tightened and gently the boy placed Melody's feet on top of his.

"You don't have to..." Melody couldn't finish her sentence when she noticed that his dark brown eyes were staring straight into hers.

"I want to." He smiled a little smile and his hips started moving. Although Melody had never seen him before he had clearly done this more often.

The thought scared Melody for a moment. Of course she didn't have the illusion that she was someone special and for sure not to someone she barely knew, but that didn't mean she didn't like that illusion.

"Come on, lady. I'm sure you can dance better than that." His tender but rough voice whispered in her ear and Melody closed her eyes.

She couldn't remember the last time she had danced. When she had been younger she had danced a lot. She had been taking dance classes until she was ten and for years she had been using her own room as a dance floor. Until she couldn't do that any longer.

"Just enjoy the moment..."

Melody closed her eyes. His strong arms lifted her up again until she had the feeling she was soaring. She could even imagine a little breeze of wind blowing through her long blonde hair. For the first time in years she was having that ultimate feeling of freedom that had always felt so out of reach, so far away. That feeling she could vaguely remember from when she had been a child and healthy.