"A glimpse of joy amidst the face of pretense."
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"It was always because of that accident. I destroyed my best friend's ambitions. His dream of becoming a successful dancer. If I would have been more careful, we would both have been still members of our underground dance crew. I hid the truth from my parents because they have never supported my passion to perform.
I couldn’t hold back the tears of guilt. Ever since I’ve transferred schools, I have tried to maintain a low profile and not reveal my talents entirely. I covered my face with my bare hands, sobbing heavily. How could I unveil my talents if my past still brings me down?
"Still, will I be able to dance just like before? Can I still dance after being surrounded by the sounds of sirens, the remnants of my memories? I k
