Dimitris Part 2

Still unsure whether I should be doing this, I ended up following her request.
"Sledgehammer" by Fifth Harmony started playing from the speaker in the room, and Aris began the choreography.
The movements started smoothly, and even as they intensified, they retained their beauty. The lyrics seemed to speak to her... and maybe, a little to me too.
"I don’t admit it
I pretend I’m okay
But every minute
I’m with you
I feel a fever and won’t lie
I start to sweat
My body’s telling all the secrets
I haven’t told you yet"
I had never had any special admiration for dance; I was simply indifferent. However, just as Aris had been mesmerized by my performance, I found myself completely hypnotized, unable to take my eyes off her.
As the music’s rapid beats drove her movements to become stronger and bolder, I began to feel a pang of anxiety after hearing Aris’s story.
Should she really be pushing herself this hard?
"You took over the beats of my body
You just won’t give up, won’t give up
You took over the beats of my body
But you lift me up, lift me up
If you could feel my pulse now
It would be beating like a sledgehammer"
I focused on her face, seeing a serious and concentrated expression, but also one that was tired and gasping for breath.
"Very close
And so far
You’re exciting me
And my fire is waiting for your spark"
"Isn’t it better for you to stop?" I said.
But she didn’t seem to hear me and continued until the music ended. At the very moment it finished, her pose collapsed as her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, appearing unconscious.
I rushed to her, practically kneeling beside her and lifting her torso off the ground.
"Aris? Aris, talk to me!" I called out.
She kept her eyes closed, and for a few seconds, a horrible feeling overwhelmed me. I had told her that I never felt fear... but I could have sworn that’s exactly what I felt at that moment.

Then she reacted. The reaction I least expected.
With her eyes still closed and breathing heavily, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on the visible part of her scar.
"Can you... feel it?" she whispered, her voice weak and exhausted.
And I could. Her heart was beating strongly and rapidly. It should have concerned me, but the truth was that it brought me new and completely inexplicable sensations. My own chest ached, and it was as if an invisible connection formed between us at that very moment. I was overwhelmed by something I hadn’t felt in a long time: the urge to cry.
But why? For what?
What was this girl doing to me?
"This is what dance makes me feel..." she said again, her voice still low.
"A tachycardia?" I retorted, forcing myself to maintain a somewhat indifferent tone.
"...Life. These accelerated beats prove to me that I’m alive."
Then I understood that the reason Aris danced was, at once, similar and opposite to why I performed risky maneuvers with my bike.
I wanted to defy death because I could no longer bear life. She wanted to feel alive precisely because she feared death.