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-Ambos esperamos algo...-Habló el chico de cabello ruloso, sin despegar la mirada de la chica menor, tomando sus manos con fuerza, sin despegar sus pieles de la superficie de madera lisa sintiendo un par de astillas enterrarse en sus nudillos, cerrando sus ojos durante unos segundos.
-Pero ellos aún no lo saben...-sollozó la chica mirando fijamente los ojos esmeralda de aquel chico, sin darse cuenta de que un par de lágrimas descendían por sus mejillas, humedeciendo éstas mientras miraba a su rededor, esperando a que aquella pesadilla terminara.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.