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"may I have this dance?"
Helena smiles, extending her hand.
Myka raises an eyebrow, nods.
Remembers a different, harder time.

Back when Helena wasn't well
When Myka extended her hand
Always to be swiftly refused 
And yet never gave in.

Now, HG pulls her forward
Towards her, into her arms
Their smiles are mirrors, almost
Eyes lit up in wonder.

Myka's dress swishes in circles
As Helena twirls her around
She pulls her back in
Their smiles almost touching now.

"I'm glad you asked me." 
"To dance?" yes, and more.
Their lips come closer yet
They touch in a kiss.