VIOLET
He’s going to kill me.
I didn’t think it before. When we first collided—well, not the first time—I thought I was strong enough to endure him. To outlive his anger and his ego.
Now, I’m not so sure.
It’s funny how things change when hope enters the picture.
I sparred with him because there was a recklessness inside me that didn’t give a s**t if I came out unscathed. In fact, I think I expected the barbs to sting, if only to distract from my own pain. The voice in my head that said I’d never dance again. The worry that my mother was done with me. The fear of not knowing what I was going to do after college.
Mia Germain infused hope back into me with one phone call.
I’m less than forty-eight hours away from seeing if my dreams are still possible.
And it. f*****g. Sucks.
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