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> ⚠ self degradation
Ella takes a seat at the very front of the balcony waiting for the performance to start. She pulls out her phone and is greeted with a mixture of 'Are you okay?'s and 'Get well soon!'s.
"Goddam do these people not know any other words?" She turns her phone off as the curtains of the stage reveal a group of girls in an intricate pose that resembled a flower.
As the show went on, she kept unconsciously touching the area of her hand that Karl had touched only moments before. She looked down at her shaking hands that laid on her lap. Then down to the boot on her leg. A suffocating feeling had taken over the girl and her heart dropped. She looked back up and saw her replacement, who was just a trainee, run across the stage. A throbbing feeling was felt in her ankle and she looked back down.
"That should've been me." She said quietly. "If only I wasn't so damn stupid I would've been up on that stage." Tears threatened to leave her eyes but before that could happen she stood up and left the balcony, walking to the main hall.
With little to almost no people around, Ella takes a breather and sits on the floor. Placing her crutches next to her.
"Stop acting like a crybaby Ella. You did this to yourself." She said while wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes. She gets up and leaves the opera house in a hurry.
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> Poppi Speaks!
I'm sorry that this was such a short chapter. I just wanted to express how Ella was feeling.
