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
"Hold."
"Hold."
"Hold!"
"Focus on your balance!"
Clenching my jaw, I forced myself to continue to propel in the same spot exactly how Madame Sylvie wanted me to. But I couldn't focus. My head was going through a whirlwind of a thousand thoughts spinning in my mind, faster than my legs were going.
It was the worst I had been at practice in years and I could feel the annoyance radiating off Madame, who was burning a hole through me with her intense eyes, from afar.
I hadn't been in that dance room for long and my body was already aching. Spinning around en pointe was torture that morning. My feet felt stiff and my muscles weren't relaxed at all. I felt burnt out with my lower back prickling with pain, shooting up and down my body. I was holding in a wince at each turn, my hands unconsciously closing into fists at the unbearable pain soaring through my feet and up my body.
My head was throbbing and my vision was beginning to become blurred as I couldn't distinguish between certain objects around me. I felt nauseous which was unusual as I never experienced such symptoms when I usually practiced.
It was the stress, I knew it. The sweat was trickling down my body like water, soaking my leotard and sticking them to my wet skin. It was insanely hot in that room, despite the air conditioning being on. I could hardly breathe in a controlled pace.
I knew what was coming.
She was getting more and more impatient and furious by the second. I had disappointed her.
The moment I attempted a fouetté relevé, I lost complete control of my body.
I fell to the ground flimsily with a grimace when she slammed the wooden stick against my leg, fully breaking my unstable posture.
