The last Dance

The last Dance

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!! content warning !! this story contains themes of depression, suicidal thoughts and self-harm. if your heart feels a little too heavy right now, please wait. this story will still be here when you're ready. she comes back to the place she once loved. a dance studio that remembers her better than she remembers herself. the music is gone. the mirrors are cracked. shadows still live in the corners. but it's quiet now. and in that quiet, her thoughts are anything but. this is a story about going through the motions when everything inside you aches. about silence that presses too loud, and the weight of words never said. nothing screams here. but everything echoes.
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