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Noah Birch
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Noah Birch
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Noah loved dancing. The feeling of weightlessness as he jumped, the heavy pressure of air as he spun. Ballet had always been his favourite. The body of a dancer was their temple, something to keep perfect. Noah's however, was covered in scars. Along his arms and chest were small scars, some older than others, familiar to those who knew how they were placed there. Except in Noah's case, the scars weren't his own. In the world that Noah lived in most people had soulmates. Usually, two though sometimes one or even none at all, soulmates were people who were perfect for you. The lover soulmate who you shared your mind and heart with, the first words you heard from them on your body, anything drawn on yourself appearing on them as well. Then there was your platonic soulmate, usually a different person though sometimes on occasion both. Your platonic soulmate was someone you could share your body with. Your pain became theirs, your scars their scars.
It was this reason why Noah had scars, this reason why he was looked down on as a dancer. Not that anyone knew it wasn't his scars that stood so boldly on his skin. No, his soulmate had done them, and he wore them as evidence that wherever his soulmate was, they were hurting. Noah supposed maybe he had another soulmate, he wondered how they would feel. Like him not possessing a mark of first words, the drawings would come later but Noah didn't bare the words of his soulmate. He'd never hear his soulmates voice, well he never heard anything anyway. Noah didn't hear the sound of the music that he danced to or the sound of his feet hitting the floor after he'd leapt.
Noah ignored all of that going through his mind as he continued his routine. It was a day his dance class welcomed the 'fresh meat'. A performance from the more senior members was supposed to give them an idea of what to expect. Each senior was given a genre to cover. Noah had been given ballet. He finished with set with penché a move where he stands with his right leg en pointe (on his tiptoes) and his second leg well above 90 degrees behind him before quickly dropping his leg and spinning until abruptly stopping and falling to his knees. His breathing heavy and body covered with sweat he focuses on his classmates and tries to hide the disappointment. They aren't clapping, they never clap. He tried so hard, and they never clap. With a small bow, Noah left the area stepping off to the side to grab his water bottle ignoring the feeling of inadequacy at the lack of feedback.
It was this reason why Noah had scars, this reason why he was looked down on as a dancer. Not that anyone knew it wasn't his scars that stood so boldly on his skin. No, his soulmate had done them, and he wore them as evidence that wherever his soulmate was, they were hurting. Noah supposed maybe he had another soulmate, he wondered how they would feel. Like him not possessing a mark of first words, the drawings would come later but Noah didn't bare the words of his soulmate. He'd never hear his soulmates voice, well he never heard anything anyway. Noah didn't hear the sound of the music that he danced to or the sound of his feet hitting the floor after he'd leapt.
Noah ignored all of that going through his mind as he continued his routine. It was a day his dance class welcomed the 'fresh meat'. A performance from the more senior members was supposed to give them an idea of what to expect. Each senior was given a genre to cover. Noah had been given ballet. He finished with set with penché a move where he stands with his right leg en pointe (on his tiptoes) and his second leg well above 90 degrees behind him before quickly dropping his leg and spinning until abruptly stopping and falling to his knees. His breathing heavy and body covered with sweat he focuses on his classmates and tries to hide the disappointment. They aren't clapping, they never clap. He tried so hard, and they never clap. With a small bow, Noah left the area stepping off to the side to grab his water bottle ignoring the feeling of inadequacy at the lack of feedback.