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carter wondered if morgana had really seen him.
he wasn't that much of a delusional person, but the guy can dream. had morgana really seen me? or was that just a mere glance?
oh, you wouldn't understand how he wanted to run to the stage and just -- grab her and kiss her and tell her he was there. he was real and he was there. no one would understand how bad he wanted to do that.
but he couldn't. he needed more time. she needed more time.
as carter watched morgana having the time of her life on the stage, he wondered if the girl missed him or not. hell, he wondered if she even remembered him or not.
he missed her ocean blue eyes that would sparkle everytime she saw him. he missed her rose gold hair that would tickle his neck everytime she leaned into him. he missed that lavender scent of hers that would make him home everytime he smelled it.
he missed her.
and he couldn't even do anything about it.
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ballet shoes
Romance"a boy. a girl. a pair of ballet shoes. a hundred recitals. and a thousand dances." #36 in shortstories as of 29th December 2019 #21 in tearjerker as of 30th December 2019
