Dancing with Memories

I was sorting through the storage room when I found a photo of Liam and me winning the high school

dance competition. The sudden memory sent shivers down my spine as I stood in the quiet attic

of my childhood home. Who would have thought that preparing for this year's community

gala would resurrect ghosts of the past? As I turned the corner into the old dance hall,

Liam was already there, testing the creaky wooden floors with his familiar rhythm.

'Still think you can keep up?' he teased, a grin breaking the tension as he

extended a hand towards me. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I knew we were stepping

back into a complicated dance of emotions. As we practiced each move, laughter intertwined