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Blurryface [h.s.]
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He's rubbing a hand through his hair, rings-covered fingers sneaking through the curls. His face is rosy, red patches dapple his nose and cheeks. The top of his ears are reddish as well, as much as I can see from under his hair.
"How long have you been waiting?" I ask with a still thundering heartbeat and raised eyebrows.
"For some time past. Wouldn't think that your training would be this long." He explains, releasing a faint shigh.
"You know, he loves to say 'We didn't come here to play'. He's pretty dour about training."
"Yeah, I could imagine."
He hides his hands in his jacket's pockets, in a long fabric one. It draws the attention to the fact that the quadrille clothing is already buried in raindrops. The weather in this town is just truly abominable. I bet he'd rejoice at the warmth, just like me.
A smirk passes over my face when I say, "Wanna sneak into the stadium?"
─ Cameron Voronova is a successful sprinter of her age, one with vast winnings behind her back. She gets into one of the most prominent competitions of athletics, the November Championships. Cameron travels with her coach to London for a month, where she'll toe the line with world-famous racers. At the beginning of the championships, she meets a mysterious boy in a club. Days later it turns out that he's a member of a famous band. The news is spreading and the circus begins.
What if she isn't able to win the race? What if the media's pressure breaks her? What if she falls?
CONTAINS MENTAL HEALTH / VULGAR LANGUAGE / MATURE CONTENT / DRUG ABUSE / ALCOHOLISM
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STARTED: 8TH OCT 2021
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