ANSEL'S POV 5
Ansel Duncan "Let me." I requested as I walked towards her, giving my palm out for her to take and she gave me a nervous smile, slipping my hand into my palm before I pulled her down. "Thank you." "Look at me, Atarah." I softly demanded. "Now breathe. This is just a night ball. No-one will hurt you, hm?" I promised her but she just smiled. "There's a history of people hurting me, Ansel. My heart may believe you but my scars— they don't believe anyone, Ansel. They believe no-one." She said with a painfully bitter smile and I took a deep breath in, holding her face gently in between in my palms, making her look into my deep dark orbs. "There's first time to every emotion, Atarah. Come, take a step towards your change, towards your new life. Hm?" I noticed a hurricane of emotions insi
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