𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Epilouge.

Six years later.

Leaning down, Dowen exhaled and his hair usually fell in his face, but it stood stiffly and he dreaded it. He only wore hair gel when he was on stage or was about to perform and every time he had to dance, the gel gets heavy because of how thick his hair is and he felt so much discomfort most times. It was a big day for him because he was performing at the Alvin Ailey Theater, which was honestly a dream come true to him because Salma took him to show all the time when he was growing up. His ballet class held their showcases at the theater for a winter formal show this year.

Dowen was very promising with ballet, he was a phenomenal dancer and already had some schools and programs scouting him, but Dowen said he was going to finish high school like he promised Salma.

Dowen lifted his leg on the balancing beam and with ease leaned, stretching his limbs, which was something that always caught Mickey off guard because of how flexible he was. His siblings were always so impressed with his abilities and how agile he was. "We start in twenty minutes!" His Director yelled, and that's when everyone scurried around, gathering their things, doing touch-ups on makeup while Dowen stood in the midst of the chaos he managed his time well, he knew what had to be done. When he arrived at the theater he did exactly what needed to be done to prepare for the showcase while everyone just lazy around.

He scoffed because half his class didn't understand how big this was for him and they were treating it like it's some school play when it was more than that. The theater had so much history and excellence, Dowen felt so honored to even be in this building. He honestly was so nervous that he could feel his heart beating so fast.

Everyone ran around and it was honestly crowded because they were collaborating with another program so there was a lot going on. Dowen stood there, doing his breathing exercises to calm himself down because he was on the verge of crying his eyes out, it began to overwhelm him even though ten minutes ago he was just fine.

Dowen pushed himself from the wall, quickly walked backstage and he maneuvered around the other kids. The thirteen-year-old felt his eyes water, but the tears didn't dare to escape.

He walks to the room where their stuff sat and he reaches in his backpack and he takes his phone out.

Hands shaking tremendously as he clicked his mother's caller ID.

The phone rang once and Salma immediately answered quickly. "Yes, Dowie?"

"Can you meet in the hallway near the backstage?" Dowen questioned.

"Y-Yes, I can, I'll be there." Salma says and Dowen hangs up.

Dowen quickly stuffed his phone back in his bag and he walked out of the room, he walked down the hallway and his parents were still coming in. Their eyes looked at the tall boy, he stood at average height for a man even though he just turned thirteen, his skin was a honey tone but during the winter, he gets this soft snow tone and his baby face meshed well with his diamond-shaped face. He was someone that all the girls liked even though he was in the sixth grade, even the upperclassmen which worried his parents but Dowen was too shy and quiet, he honestly didn't like being bothered either so it was quite hard for anyone to get his attention.

Salma comes into the hallway and she looks at Dowen with a wide smile because he looked so handsome. He dressed in all white, he wore a white bodysuit but a vanilla vest over it and he had soft, subtle glitter eyeshadow on eyelids. But her smile faded when she saw his face and the way his chest heaved as he stared at her. She could tell he was in panic mode.

There were a lot of things they worked on throughout the years, he was more open to expressing his feelings, he controlled his temper but he still was quite cold-hearted but that is just how his personality was which is something they can't change but he still had his panic attacks and small outbursts.