1.) Every day after school, she immediately rushes to her bedroom. She barely eats, talks, nor sleeps. She would rather stay trapped in her mind than to share her brutal thoughts and feelings with the people around her. So she stays inside her room, paintings of memories on the walls. Sadness is usually interpreted as the color blue, but this time it is red as she writes on her wrists. All is quiet, all is calm. She bites her lip and slashes her arms with determination, the thought "Nobody will notice since they never notice anyway." engraved in her brain.
2.) Her...she notices the change of mood. However, she keeps quiet when she witnesses the red scene displayed before her eyes. Years upon years of guiltiness and dread consume the mindset she has in her head, the feelings tugging on her wrists like chains dragging her under the sea. Eventually, she tries to speak up, but it's too late; nobody will listen to the words she has to say.
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Last Dance lyrics, translated in English. (Song above, by Indila)
Oh my sweet torment, No point in fighting, you start again I'm just a worthless being Without him I'm a bit troubled I wander around alone on the subway A last dance To forget my great misery I want to get away, everything to start again, Oh my sweet torment I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a drop of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In all of Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly Nothing but hope On this road in your absence Try as I might, without you my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a drop of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In all of Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly In this sweet torment Whose offenses I've paid in full Listen to how great my heart is I'm a child of the world I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a drop of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In all of Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly...
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This is the last dance for the two girls.
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