The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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"Hello, you've reached George. I'm not available at this moment. If you want to leave a message-"
Liv pressed the red button on her cell phone screen, dejected for the third time this morning. George wasn't picking up her calls or responding to any of her text messages since yesterday night.
Liv sighed, walking down the deserted corridor of the Pristine Academy. Even in the labor day and through heavy rain, her friends were practicing for the first football match. Liv had just returned from the Royal Opera house for all the glamour of the theatre itself. The backstage, however, had the same grey walls and beige lino of an NHS hospital. She was aware of the fact that she was taking up the mantle of the Royal Ballet in a short time.
Her first performance was supposed to be 'Giselle', a romantic ballet.
A nobleman named Albrecht was infatuated with Giselle and she fell arse over tit for him after just a few encounters. But the man had already been engaged to Bathilde, daughter of the Duke, the role Liv wanted and didn't get. When Giselle realized the truth, she was insanely depressed which led her to her death. The Queen of the ghostly Wilis, virgins who had died of unrequited love, accepted Giselle as one of their own. When Albrecht arrived, Giselle danced with him until the Wilis' power was lost, when the clock struck four.
Realizing that he had been a fucking asshole to the girl who had saved him, Albrecht cried at her grave.
Liv was was asked to dance the lead in 'Giselle' three times in a week after another ballerina fell ill. Taking on what was arguably classical ballet's one of the most physically demanding role required strong technique; even to consider dancing three in so short a space of time required the steeliest of minds. By the end of her first practice session, she was still walking, so she must have been doing something right.
But Liv related to Giselle on a spiritual level.
Just last night, she was about to have sex but her phone had buzzed abruptly. George, after waiting three years, had still managed a smile and had said that it was okay if she didn't feel like it. The problem was how she could go back to having sex when her friend Darien was MIA?
Well, George did understand.
George.
Such a pretty boy with white golden hair and beautiful blue eyes. Liv's mother, Eva, had always reminded her how beautiful their offsprings would be. Her father, Giovanni, however, had not approved of George since day one when he had attended Liv's fifteenth birthday weekend uninvited. Even now, Giovanni didn't show any particular interest in that boy. Liv, on the other hand, had always assumed that she was the last resort for George.
Back then, Julia had just came back from boarding school. Darien had been involved with Alec Michelson. Poppy hadn't even moved to London. Elle had been alive, young and in love with Kevin Murray. As for Michelle, she was never the one in the group to find a boyfriend and settle down.
