He only got worse.
Skipping meals, practicing until he could no longer move.
It was like he wasn't even human anymore.
Just watching.
Breathing.
Waiting.
But what for?
He had nothing. Dance was the only thing he loved and he was still criticized then.
But he didnt have a single idea of what she was feeling towards him.
Not a single,
Clue.
YOU ARE READING
𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐌
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