Danced

Dreams changed.
Now all she craved for was to be something more than a second option.
Something more than friends with benefits
Something more than an infatuation to him
Something more than a tag along
Something special, something important, something he needed.

However it was impossible and she knew it.
With time, she was sure she would learn to live with the grief.
An unwanted, filthy, brainless girl may turn into a young woman much desired.
And with those hopes, she let a smile play upon her pale lips.
She held her head high, her smile constant, her confidence unwavering and her performances the best.

She dance.
Danced for her life.
Danced till her feet had bruised.
Danced till she couldn’t anymore.
Danced till her breathe left.