Of course, she did. She’d had plenty of time to dissect every move and every expression. She didn’t just steal my work—she wanted to parade it in front of everyone like it was hers all along.
I didn’t look back. I just kept walking until I was out of the venue.
It was drizzling outside. I stood there in the rain, letting the cold drops soak my whole body.
And at that moment, I finally got it—some things can’t be kept… no matter how hard you try.
Like my feelings for Ulysses.
Like my dream of becoming a professional ballet dancer.
Both had been torn apart in this carefully planned disaster.
The rain came down harder, matching the tears I couldn’t hold back anymore. They just poured out, no stopping them.
When I got back from the competition, I locked myself in my room for two full days. No food, no water.
Meanwhile, that ridiculous video spread like wildfire online. My socials blew up with angry strangers flooding my feed.
[Plagiarist!] [Ingrate!] [Shameless!]
Each word hit like sharp arrows, piercing my heart deeper than I thought possible.
On the third morning, I finally came out of my room.