Day 334 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Let Calum Scott’s “Dancing on My Own” inspire you.
Shannon: I felt like a ghost watching them from the other side of the room. I know I wasn’t supposed to be in the picture, but he said he loved me. Was it so wrong to believe he was telling the truth, even if he was lying to her? I wish he knew how much he killed me every time he left me dancing on my own.
Erin: There is an out of body experience seeing someone you love living out their life with someone who is not you. Your soul feels your still the one with them but your feet are glued to the floor 30 yards away. There is an emptiness. Like a turtle ripped from its shell sometimes all you can do is hope to survive.
Dance on your own..
Finn looks across the art gallery at the beautiful artist that is hosting the event. He snuck in, blending in with the rest of the casually dressed patrons.
She’s a student from his old school. She’s oh so talented, and he can’t help but want to talk to her. He hasn’t seen anyone else she knows from school, which isn’t surprising as no one got an invitation. But he doesn’t walk over to her, because there’s a guy next to her with an arm around her waist, murmuring as they look at a painting.
She doesn’t see Finn. She turns her head to give the guy Finn doesn’t know a kiss.
Finn then turns around and leaves the gallery.