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> In bad's words, Language.
It had been a few weeks now. Karl and Ella got a lot closer during those weeks. Ella forgetting all about her little injury all thanks to Karl. The thing is, Ella's foot was almost back to normal but she wasn't doing anything to prepare for when she went back to dancing.
Ella had just woken up, due to the sunlight that seeped through her curtains. She checked her phone, like she always did in the morning and saw that she had a couple texts from her buddies at the company.
"Can't wait to see you back at class. We miss you dearly." She read out loud. Ella shut off her phone and sighed, looking at her brace free leg. Rolling her ankle a few times, Ella couldn't get herself to go back to class. Let alone put on a pair of pointe shoes and perform on stage again.
This feeling again. The feeling of regret and anger. It filled her up. There was nothing she could do about it. "Why the fuck did I have to go out and hurt my leg. During a goddamn dress rehearsal too. I can't go back there like this. It'll be a total embarrassment." She says as she gets out of bed.
Ella opens her leotard and tights drawer and pulls out a random pair. Although the feeling of getting back on stage was something Ella couldn't bear, what she hated more was the feeling of getting left behind. She didn't want her skills to fall behind the rest of her company's trainees and dancers. When she was told she was okay to start doing activities again the first thing she did was do a little technique class. Not that intense though, since she had just gotten the ok.
She walked into her little mini barre area of her house (yes she's that bitch LMAO) and took a deep breath in as she looked at herself in the mirror. She got prepared for a little barre and maybe center if she was feeling okay.
A few hours later, she had ended her 'class' and checked her phone. She saw a few texts from her friends but what interested her more were the texts from Karl.
He had wanted to grab a bite to eat with her and maybe hang and his house and watch some cartoons. She of course said yes. She hurriedly took a shower and got ready, excited for the day's plans.
Karl picked her up at around seven o'clock but they had a change of plans. They would just order takeout and hang at Karl's place.
"So how was your day pretty lady?" he asked as she got in the car.
"Pretty uneventful. I did do a class by myself though." She said while smiling at him.
"You see! You're making progress and I believe you will be able to make a complete recovery. I believe in you El!"
The way he shortened her name to just 'El' gave the girl butterflies. "Oh shut up Karl." She said while playfully punching him.
"I'm just telling you."
One short car ride later, they were at Karl's house and just casually cuddling each other on his couch while watching Mob Psycho.
"Hey Ella can I ask you something?" He looked down at her nervously.
"Yeah what's up?"
"I'm being serious this time but... how are you doing with your leg and with dancing?" He looked her in the eyes.
"I.. Honestly don't know. I love dancing with all my heart but this injury has just taken a toll on me. It has definitely set me back and it'll be, and has probably already been, a burden to everyone in the company." She says with a sigh.
"Ella Reyes. Injuries happen to everyone. You can't put the blame on yourself. What you have to do now is get yourself back on your feet and present yourself with confidence." He said while squeezing her shoulders.
"Karl Jacobs. You are one heck of a talker." She hugs him back and snuggles into his chest.
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> Poppi Speaks!
hey :D
So like I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IM DOING LMAO
THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO START DATING THIS CHAPTER BUT I SAID NO CUZ IMO THAT'S WAY TO FAST.
