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Broken Hearts & Ballet flats

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Reads 16
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Parts 2
Time 9m

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'Why do you dance' Carter asked me eyeing me curiously.

'It's my way of releasing my emotions without destroying things' I chuckle burning the flyer my mom gave me for a ballet recital which I was supposed to attend.

'But do you enjoy it' He asked taking a step towards me.

'I don't' I say grabbing his arm and pulling him closer to me. 'But I do when I'm with you.' I continue while smiling.

'Then, care to dance?' he asked smiling down at me. The ice at my fingertips releasing itself forming ice crystals that danced around us.

'I thought you'd never ask.' I grinned widely at him.All Rights Reserved

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Trying Love, Again by ni_ike

Before I knew it, Folu grabbed my hand and pulled me flushed against his body and enclosed me in his arms. He tilted his head and sloped forward, smashing his mouth against mine. Gently pushing me backward until my back hit the door. And his palm reached to cup my chin possessively Fopefolu growled against my mouth, nipping on my lower lip. It was like my soul has been consumed because I have forgotten myself in that moment. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotions inside of me. My hands moved from my side to his neck instinctively. And my fingers behind his head. Suddenly my brain jotted back to reality and I place a light hand on Folu's chest, pushing him away. "No! We can't." I whispered, piqued at what I'd just done. "Why?" He asked drawing back slowly. "We just can't, okay?" I stated furiously. Just then did I notice a figure standing few feet away from us. It was that of a man. And he had a myriad of expression flitted on his face. It was a mixture of shock, hurt and disappointment. "Oh No! Kiitan!" The words slipped out my mouth. I started towards him. "This is not what it looks like." He instantly turned and was leaving. I ran after him, calling out to him but he did not turn around once.

Neon Afterlife by kramerra

"You're this gorgeous, ballet-dancer-poet who knows the bartender at the sexy underground club where you take this girl you just rescued from a slimeball at the bus station." She stunned herself with this revelation as she paced back and forth. "This can't be real. You can't be real. Are you secretly a prince too? Or maybe just a wealthy CEO of a big corporation?" "Did you say gorgeous?" he smirked. His charm was so disarming, but she couldn't let him in. She had too much to lose, too much to do. She couldn't let a boy get in the way of her promise to her mother. She mashed her palms into her eyes then looked at him to confirm he wasn't a mirage. He was still there. "Either you're a bad cliché or too good to be true. Neither one is what I need right now." She backed off further, "I've gotta go." He stepped towards her and she retreated more. "Don't," she said as turmoil swirled in her mind. "Clichés aren't all bad," he pleaded. NEON AFTERLIFE Alex's mother died when she was 15 and her father checked-out, turning to drugs and alcohol, so the day Alex turns 18 she leaves home. She wants to follow in her mother's footsteps as a dancer in the Miami City Ballet. She expects to have to work hard to achieve her dreams, but she doesn't expect her dreams to change. That's what happens when she's refused admission to the Miami City Ballet Academy and meets Jason, a dancer at the academy and aspiring poet. He helps her find her way in a new city and a way to get in front of the decision makers at the Academy, until a life changing injury causes Alex to re-think her future and her relationships. Can she hold on to love when everything she knows about herself is changed? How can she become a professional dancer when she's in a wheelchair and the doctors say she'll never dance again?

All Over Me by itstessadavis

Selene I finally decided to audition for the New York City Ballet. And it looks good, since Thomas Archer-one of the choreographer-wants to see if Ace Archer and I are good partners for a contemporary and classical ballet that we would perform next year. But as a ballet dancer, touch isn't really my forte. Especially when I don't get along with my partner. Ace My body language is touch. My friends and all my former partners are used to me touching them all the time, they don't react to it anymore. But she does. Selene Isabel Quinn reacts to my touch in a way I didn't think was even possible. Despite the fact that she...despises me. And I don't like her that much either, so we're even. Every time I touch her, though, it feels different. I don't know why, and it fucking frustrates me. Quinn Sisters #2

Our Last Dance by destiny_hymn

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh, so you're the spice master now? Is that your new superpower?" He smiled, leaning closer. "Among other things, yes. But my primary superpower is making you smile." My lips curved involuntarily, fighting against the urge to smile. Cheeky bastard. "Alright, enough with the smooth talk. Your lines are sounding straight out of a 90s movie," I remarked, trying to suppress a chuckle. He chuckled, his smile unapologetic. "Well, you know what they say, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it.' Classic lines never go out of style." I rolled my eyes, unable to hold back a laugh. "Oh, spare me the vintage charm, Mr. Smooth Operator. We're in the 21st century now." He leaned in a much closer with a mock-serious expression. "Ah, but you can't deny that a little old-school flair adds a touch of magic to modern times." I couldn't resist bursting into laughter, shaking my head at his stubborn attitude. "Fine, you win this round. But don't expect me to swoon like a 90s heroine." He shrugged. "No promises needed. Your smile says it all." "Oh, god," I exclaimed, pushing him as I got up and sat with my knees folded. He toppled over onto his back, laughing wholeheartedly as he did so. A smile crept onto my face. The feeling was overwhelming - how much I loved this guy. It was a love that could be painful, but in the best way possible. Who would have thought that I, of all people, would be constructing sentences and waxing poetic about love? But here I was, head over heels. "You're a handful, you know?" I told him. Maybe this is what all those couples in love were always going on about-the magic of spending quality time together. He let out a snicker. "Ah, and this is where I'm supposed to say, 'That's why you love me, right?'

Happy Endings by Magnolia_Abernathy

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

Unfathomable Secrets {Punk One Direction} by horeysteyles

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Deception (Urban Fiction) by beautifullychy

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Stories of Love by RiahusnaFitri

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Trying Love, Again

Before I knew it, Folu grabbed my hand and pulled me flushed against his body and enclosed me in his arms. He tilted his head and sloped forward, smashing his mouth against mine. Gently pushing me backward until my back hit the door. And his palm reached to cup my chin possessively Fopefolu growled against my mouth, nipping on my lower lip. It was like my soul has been consumed because I have forgotten myself in that moment. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotions inside of me. My hands moved from my side to his neck instinctively. And my fingers behind his head. Suddenly my brain jotted back to reality and I place a light hand on Folu's chest, pushing him away. "No! We can't." I whispered, piqued at what I'd just done. "Why?" He asked drawing back slowly. "We just can't, okay?" I stated furiously. Just then did I notice a figure standing few feet away from us. It was that of a man. And he had a myriad of expression flitted on his face. It was a mixture of shock, hurt and disappointment. "Oh No! Kiitan!" The words slipped out my mouth. I started towards him. "This is not what it looks like." He instantly turned and was leaving. I ran after him, calling out to him but he did not turn around once.