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she was chatting along with her friends as a smile stretched upon her face when one of them exclaimed a cruel joke. and all the while, carter had been staring from afar.

he felt like a total creep.

he was sitting on one of the plum cushion chairs at the back, making sure no one could see him. he had been staying in the room, the same mini-theatre he'd first seen morgana, for a while now — the plans to leave never even crossing his mind once.

"position, ladies!"
a deep voice suddenly echoed.

in one snap, the ballerinas moved to their places quickly. carter noticed a redhead ballerina secretly chuckling when morgana almost tripped on her delicate toes. he assumed she was her best friend when morgana threw her a glare but secretly chuckled nevertheless.

the music started playing. a harmony of dulcet tones resonated through the dimly illuminated room as carter watched morgana move in a graceful manner.

she wasn't the prima ballerina. and carter wondered what went on with the ballet organizer's mind as to why he didn't choose morgana as the one. but truthfully speaking, who was he to dictate? he didn't even know how to properly pronounce the word plié until some girl that was passing by him a while ago spoke it once.

and besides, we all knew he would always be a little biased when it came to her.

"plus! je veux plus!"
their teacher admonished.

carter straightened his back and crossed his arms. he knew french and he was quite sure the teacher meant to push the tutu-donned girls for more. he could see the frustration hidden behind the ballerinas' facades as they worked their toes and as his eyes landed on morgana, his lips parted.

her soft and sweet gaze was fixated on him. it was dark, and carter was probably hallucinating - but at that moment, he swore to the gods and other spiritual beings that their eyes met and the once broken string between them finally connected again.

the stars sighed in unison as memories of them came rushing back to him. the bus, the music, the snow - she was perfect and she was looking at him and oh god she was just perfect.

and suddenly -- so suddenly -- her eyes weren't on him anymore. she was away, again, and she had left him alone. the stars abandoned him all too quickly that he had nothing to do than to watch them fade away.

their eyes never met again.