Emi, a dancer with twisted legs, and Cris, a painter who saw only gray, were misfits in a small town. By the riverbank, their worlds collided. Emi danced; Cris painted. Without words, they understood each other’s brokenness.

One evening, Emi asked Theo to dance. "I can't," Cris whispered.

"You'll learn," she smiled, her warmth pulling him in.

They danced slowly, awkwardly, but for a moment, Cris saw color again. For once, he felt like he was alive. But soon, the darkness in him returned. "I can't do this," he muttered, stepping back.

Emi reached out, but as she stepped forward, her legs faltered, and the river pulled her in. Cris tried to save her, but the current took her away.

The next day, Cris painted again, but only shadows remained. The river had taken her, and with her, the chance to see color again.

Gray Waltz

Emi dancing gracefully by a peaceful riverbank, with trees lining the background

In a small town, Emi and Cris were two unique children. Emi loved to dance, but her legs didn't always cooperate. Cris was a painter, but he could only see gray. One day, they met by the riverbank, a place where they both found peace. Emi danced while Cris painted, and they felt a connection without needing words.

The Misfits Meet

Cris hesitantly taking Emi's hand to dance, with a warm sunset in the background

One evening, Emi gathered her courage to ask Cris to dance. Cris hesitated, whispering, 'I can't.' Emi smiled warmly and said, 'You'll learn.' They danced slowly, sometimes awkwardly, but for a brief moment, Cris saw colors in his mind. It was a magical moment that made Cris feel truly alive.

A Dance to Remember

Emi reaching out to Cris while standing by the river, with a worried expression

But soon, the darkness in Cris's heart returned. 'I can't do this,' he said, stepping back from the dance. Emi reached out to him, determined to help. As she moved forward, her legs faltered, and she stumbled. The river's current was strong, and it pulled her away before Cris could save her.

The Darkness Returns

Cris sitting in front of a canvas with shadows, a river visible through a window

The next day, Cris returned to his canvas. He painted, but only shadows appeared. The river had taken Emi, and with her, the chance to see colors again. Yet, in his heart, he held onto the memory of their dance. It was a reminder that even in darkness, there could be moments of light.