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Once there were two dancing dolls inside a glass box.
A boy and a girl.
Every night, when the lights are finally off, they would dance together.
So beautifully that they look forward to the next day.
Everything was going fine. They thought it will be.
Not until a glass was placed to separate the both of them in the box.
That very night, they woke up without in each other's arms.
But they still danced like they used to. In sync, in tune.
Glancing at one another through the glass barrier.
They kept on doing the same routine until one day, things changed.
Another person was on the other side.
As they stare at it, all they could see is themselves staring back.
Still, they continued dancing, but with less enthusiasm than they had before.
They never realised that they were dancing differently.
Not synchronised. Not the same tune.
Another change came when they no longer were in the same box.
The mirror disappeared, and so was the boy.
The girl, left alone in their old glass box, continued dancing on her own.
Until one day, she was out of it.
She, no longer a doll, danced to the streets of freedom.
And there he bumped with a boy.
The same boy she used to danced with.
She forgot about him.
He didn't.
But they danced anyway.
Until she remembered him.
And in that moment, she wished she just stayed in the box.
He wished he never left.
But everything was too late.
She left him.
He never danced again.
Their box of glass shattered along with their love.
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