{I'm in love with him but he loves her...}
The stage was shrouded in semi-darkness, the dim light casting long, eerie shadows that danced around the edges. In the center of the stage, a solitary figure moved with an elegant yet fierce grace. The girl, clad in a simple yet flowing martial arts uniform, wielded two swords that glinted with every fluid motion. Her eyes were sharp, her face set in a mask of concentration as she performed her routine.
The stage wasn't new for her, she had never feared it, the stage had been her life HER WHOLE LIFE.
Each movement was precise, a testament to years of rigorous training. Her swords sliced through the air with a whispering sound, her body following in a seamless dance. The audience, unseen in the darkness, held their breath, captivated by the raw display of skill and strength.
But within her, a storm raged.
{Hwang Bada, stay focused!}
Her grip tightening on the hilts of the swords
Yet, her thoughts flooded, unwelcomed and stubborn "What if I don't matter to him?" "What if I'm not good enough to meet his standards?"
She spun, the blades carving an intricate pattern in the air. The movement was perfect, but her mind was far from it.
Her heart still ached for him, he had left her feeling betrayed, un-bothered....
The swords clashed together above her head, a striking display that elicited a gasp from the audience. She slid into a low stance, her muscles coiled like a spring. But inside, she felt like she was falling apart.
Her movements grew faster, more aggressive, as if she could drive out the doubts with sheer force. The swords blurred in her hands, her feet barely touching the ground as she leaped and spun.
A misstep, barely noticeable to anyone but herself, sent a jolt of panic through her. No, I can't lose control. Not now.
She forced herself to breathe, to center her mind. She focused on the feeling of the swords in her hands, the way they felt like an extension of herself. She had to remember why she loved this, why she chose this path.
With renewed determination, she flowed into the final sequence. The swords moved in a blur of steel, each strike and parry a testament to her skill and dedication. The routine ended with a powerful, graceful flourish, the swords crossed in front of her as she knelt on the stage.
Breathing heavily, she slowly rose, the roar of applause washing over her like a wave. She bowed, the mask of concentration slipping away to reveal a small, triumphant smile.
{I did it. Despite everything, I did it.}
Don't kill me for this, just liked the picture and the character of Star Jin in My Demon
No shipping . Btw she looks soooooo freaking stunning and they just betray her?
So yea i made this storyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Her thoughts will be in flower brackets
There will be POV switches (first time doing them)
Word count:478
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Blades of Passion and Betrayal
RomanceShe flinched when the blades slit her finger . A drop of blood falling seemed loud, clear in the dead silence. She quietly looked up, facing the seats. The spotlight hit the center of the crowd, not her this time but the crowd, her eyes followed...
