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In every room was a chance to have our graceful suffering acknowledged.
Take it, the palm prints on the glass pleaded. Have all of me, I’m offering.
Unbound from my body, from myself. From time and mortality,
Let’s see how voracious your appetite is, mortal girl.
“Exercising power has a cost. It takes from you as much as it gives…”
You’ve come a long way from the young ruffian with a little chip on her shoulder that I met years ago.” Now not so young and with an even bigger chip. And considering what I just did, still a ruffian, I supposed.
What kind of person becomes a monster only to embrace their curse and build a sanctuary with it?
When we first learned to pirouette, we used focal points on the wall to mark our places, but at some point, somehow, I’d lost my spot.
I took one last look at the collapsed chandelier and gilded ruins of Palais Garnier, the people bowing around me, the ghost girl floating away, the handsome duke who would cry at my headstone. “What a fitting grave.”
though he looked the part, I was monster enough for both of us.
What an awful pair we made.
