Mark and Angelina had been married for a few years, when Angelina fell ill. She had gone to several doctors. They found out she had a rare disease, to which there was no cure. The doctors did all they could, but it wasn't enough. They finally realized she would just slowly die.

One night, when Angelina felt her weakest, she laid in Mark's arms, wishing she didn't have to leave him. "I love you, Mark." "I love you, too, Angel." "I don't want to leave you here alone, but I am not afraid to die." He laid his hand on her cheek, and softly kissed her. "When you pass on, I won't be alone. You will still be in my heart."

Months came and went, until winter came, leaving a light coat of white over everything. Mark had gone out to the stables, to take care of Demon, his stallion, and Goddess, Angelina's mare. That's when he saw the door to Goddess' stall open. "Damn it." He put his saddle on Demon, then went to find the mare.

He rode through the field, searching through the trees when he didn't see her in the open area. "Mark." He heard the faint whisper of his name. When he turned to look, he saw nothing. "Mark." He looked around again. His jaw dropped. "It can't be..." He caught a glimpse of Angelina through the trees. He followed her, as she went deeper into the trees.

He went to bed that night, wishing he would never wake up. When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of Angelina and the clearing where he talked to her that day. That same clearing was where they made love for the first time.

Angelina seemed to be dancing to music only she could hear, as alive and energetic as when they were first married. "Come dance with me, Mark." "I can't dance." "Oh, come on. It's only you and me. I promise not to laugh." He stood from where he was laying on the ground, wrapped his arms around her, and slowly moved with her. "For someone who doesn't know how to, you're doing a good job." "Maybe I should have given you a dance at our wedding." "When we are together again, you can give me one." He wrapped his arms tighter around her.

He awoke, and rolled toward her side of the bed, expecting to find her. When he didn't see her, he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to go back to sleep. After laying awake for an hour, he decided to get out of bed, and make some coffee. When he stood from the bed, he was hit with a bout of vertigo. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and waited for it to pass. He tried to stand again, but it hit him again, this time his stomach seemed to be clenched in a fist, and pain wracked his body.

He got dressed, and decided to see the doctor. He explained to the doctor what had happened to him. The doctor checked him out, but couldn't find anything wrong with him. "Go home and get some rest, Mark. If you experience it again in the morning, come back." "Alright, doc."

Months later, he was finally diagnosed as having the same disease that killed Angelina. By then, it was too late to even try to save him. He laid in bed, knowing he was in his final hours. "Angelina, I'm coming to be with you." "Mark." He turned to see where the voice came from. He saw Angelina standing beside the bed. She laid down beside him, and he took her into his arms. "Say goodnight, and don't be afraid." "Goodnight, Angel." He closed his eyes, and released his last breath.

When he awoke, he was in the clearing. He looked around, and found Angelina dancing by herself. "Why am I here?" "Don't be afraid. We are here, because this is a special place for both of us." "Am I..." "We're together again. Forever, this time." She sat on her knees beside him. "You owe me a dance, my love." Mark reached up, and pulled her down to kiss her. When it ended, he said, "I'll dance with you for an eternity."