“You knew this would end one day.” “I did?” My voice cracks. “I thought we would go to New York. I thought I would get a job there, dance with the company, pursue my dream.” “What gave you that idea?” My throat is so dry, I can’t answer. “I don’t want you.” He shakes his head, a cruel smile on his face. “It was never about you. It was the fantasy, the chase. It was about fucking Glitter Girl.” “I don’t believe that!” He turns, slamming my suitcase closed and zipping it. “Believe it.” “But…” I’m broken, a child begging. “I love you.” For the flash of a second, I think I see him yield. It’s gone
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