Liam's POV
The song changed again and we parted.
I didn't like it.
It felt like she was snatched away from me. Barely a minute with her, it felt like she had taken half of my soul away with her.
I felt incomplete.
The couples rotated, switching partners, and I didn't even notice who my next partner would be.
Love came in as my partner with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the tradition of partner switching more than the dance itself. But I couldn't even pay attention to my dear sister.
Madeline.
She was across the floor now, paired with some bright-eyed neighbour boy who looked far too pleased with himself. He said something that made her smile, but it was faint, almost distracted.
I knew it wasn't the same laughter she had given me; hers with him was polite, restrained, like a mask.
This was nothing. Just a dance. Just a tradition.
