𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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MARIA
That night was one I could never forget.
It was late.
Dream was practically empty asides from a few desperate dancers, practicing with burning, bruised and sore feet, at a constant battle with themselves to reach perfection and rise to the top.
We were part of one of the few scattered throughout the building, earnestly dancing to improve. I always worked hard; back then, I used to stay back at the school, despite coming in the morning, to practice for hours in the evening and early morning, just to become who I was, a glorified star. Nothing was ever handed to me; even though the company was to be mine, I never got any of the benefits of being my mother's daughter.
I had to work harder than anyone else in that school, to prove to others and to myself that I could make it, that I could be what the industry desired. I had been through countless of set backs, disappointing outcomes and abuse from all sorts of people. But I never backed down and fought for what I wanted the most - my dream.
That was part of the reason why I was there so late that evening.
I should've went home. The exhaustion that night was too much. I had been finding it difficult to sleep well those past few days and hadn't been eating right. After struggling to keep up during the lessons, I disciplined myself to stay back and continue practicing to reach the level my peers were quickly approaching.
I was always so tired back then and depressed. There were so many nights where I would cry myself to sleep, bruised and sore, just thinking about the future.
Expecting to be alone that night, as usual I practiced normally, the room was always sweltering hot whenever I finished, the windows blurry and the air stuffy. It wasn't a good enough day if I didn't leave, wincing with every single step I look.
