As Ross absentmindedly traces small circles with his fingertips, his deep voice fills the bedroom. "What about you, Octavia? How'd a girl like you end up on this side of town?"
Even though she's facing away from him, he can imagine the dazed expression on her flawless face as she recounts her life story. "I used to be different, smarter. Everyone would tell me how much "potential I had," and I did. I applied to Juilliard for dance, and I got my acceptance letter towards the end of senior year. I already had Broadway directors looking at me, but I threw it all away. My dad died that summer." Octavia inhales shakily. "It sucks, seeing the strongest man in the world be so vulnerable. He had leukemia. The doctors gave him two months to live, but he died a week later. I moved out at eighteen, and started living with Layla. She had been a prostitute for a year and made it seem so fun. I cried the entire time."
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