The Fall of a former Dancer

Chapter 1

"Félice was dancing on the Stage of the Opéra Garnier. The Premiere of "The Nutcracker" was three weeks ago but the seats in the halls weren't getting empty. Félice was motivated to do even a hundred shows more if she had to and she would love every single one.

Odette and Mérante were standing behind the stage. They looked at the joyous redhead. She enjoyed the shows, the dancing, she just enjoyed all those things. And this filled Odettes Heart with Joy. She could have never believed that this little girl would make her that Proud and Joyful. She wasn't apple to step on a stage ever again, not as a ballerina. Félice needed to dance two more Scenes and out of nowhere, Odettes Heart started to pain. She sighed, gave Félice one last lovely look before she turned away from the Stage.

Mérante looked behind her, there was a sad sparkle in her eyes when she gave Félicie this lovely smile. This smile never reached her eyes. It looked like she escaped from this Place, the stage and the spotlight. He thought about following her and let this thought win about the rationality.

It took him more than twenty Minutes to find the woman. She saved herself on one of the older stages which became useless. She had kneeled in the middle of the stage and stared at the empty seats. A few wisped of hair fell from her Bun and framed her anxious face. She just stared, her eyes focused on the seats and her Hands rested on her legs. She looked beautiful but as beautiful as she looked so sad she looked like.

He did a few steps closer to her. She wouldn't have heard him if the wood plank under him hadn't cracked. When the sound reached Odette's ear, her Head snapped in his direction. He hasn't seen the Tears on her cheeks. She looked at him for a brief moment before she wiped the tears with the Back of her hand away. "Mérante," she said softly when the tears were wiped away.

He stared at her for a moment before he stepped closer again, now he was just a few steps away from her. "What's wrong?" "nothing," she said with a quick move of her shoulders. He sighed "its always nothing"

A small smile placed on her lips. She took one last breath before she stood up but with the Try her Vision gets dizzy. When she stood she had to blink a few times before her Vision cleared. Her cane leaned against the Wall, a few steps behind her. She felt weak and the pain in her Ankle get stronger every moment. She has no idea where this Pain came from. She hasn't the power to lift her gaze in his direction so she tried to focused on the Wooden Plates.

"Are you alright?" Mérante asked when he saw the pale face of the former Ballerina. It was the first time that he noticed how weak she looked like. Her skin was paler than normal, her Waist seems thinner, her Cheekbones seem clearer than ever and it seemed as she hadn't eaten in a long Time.

When she looked in his direction her Vision blurred again. "I'm fine" she murmured and tried with all her power to reach her cane. She got the power to make one step before the pain in her ankle get too strong for her to take. She felt to her knee and let out a small cry of pain.

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So that's my first English story! It's not going to be more than 3 chapters