At just 20 years old, Aria Anderson had burst onto the scene, freshly graduated with a degree in choreography that showcased her mastery of ballet, modern, and jazz techniques, along with a keen understanding of body conditioning. It was during this...
We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.
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I've been avoiding everyone since the show ended. I"m afraid to even face my friends. I know they know that he forced himself back into my life. They'll know I'm weak. How did I let it get this deep and messed up? I'm broken. I'm scared all the time. I kissed Michael for what? I don't wanna be with him. I can't be with him. He's gonna hurt me too. Even if it isn't physical. He will break my heart too. He has a beautiful woman on his face every day.
I'm not beautiful. I'm not even cute. He'll get tired of me too. A knock at the door startles me from my thoughts. Who could that be? I make my way over to the door from the couch. I look through the peephole and see Michael standing there looking around as he knocks again. Which makes me jump again. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. Gotta put on a show again.
"Hello Michael." I greet trying to mask my emotions.
He looks at me like he doesn't believe me. Please don't pretend that you care.
"Can we talk please?" He asks staring into my eyes.
Stop trying to search for something you can't find. I look down at my feet than back at him. I need to be by myself right now.
"Tomorrow," I say forcing a small smile. "I promise. I just need to be alone right now."
"Please Aria," He says as he places his hand on the door. "I need to tell you something."
What does he think he's doing?
"I promise," I say as I try to close the door.
"Aria," He says stopping me from closing the door. "I don't want her,"
"Who?" I ask confused.
"Tatianna, I don't like her. You're the one I care about.
My eyes grow wide. You don't care about me.
"Okay," I say lowly. "We'll talk tomorrow," I say before closing the door in his face.
I couldn't look at him any longer. All I can see is me kissing him. But, why? I stand there with my hand still on the doorknob.
"I just wanna keep you safe. I promise I will protect you Aria. I like you."
My body jumps. He likes me? I'm ugly and disgusting. I'm repulsive to men. I can't do anything right. I'm a disappointment. I don't deserve your protection. Save it for a beautiful damsel in distress. I press my back against the door and sigh softly. I don't deserve any of this.
"I'm always gonna be here for you. I promise you that." He says making my eyes grow wide. "Let me keep you safe. I want you to heal and for you to be happy again. I want to see your beautiful dimple smile." I can't help but blush as I smile. "You schooling Asher on his own dance moves. I want that joy on your face when you get engulfed with your dancing. That frustrated squeal you let out when Rico touches you. You deserve to be free and live your life. Love yourself and heal. I promise you all of that."
