The art of Magnolias C.L
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Do you ever think about falling?" Magnolia asked, her voice soft, almost lost in the hum of the city.
Charles looked up at her, caught off guard by the question. "Falling?"
She glanced out over the Monaco skyline, her eyes distant, as if weighing something heavy. "In ballet, they teach us how to fall before they teach us how to fly." She turned toward him, a quiet intensity in her gaze. "But in racing, you don't get that luxury, do you?"
He sighed, holding his coffee a little tighter. "No. In racing, you just hope that when you fall... you survive it."
Her lips curled slightly into a knowing, rueful smile. "Maybe that's why we're both so afraid of stopping."