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I'm not owning anything and so on, you know the Stuff.
It's my first fiction about "Leap" so please tell me what you think about it!
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Félice was dancing on the Stage of the Opéra Garnier. The Premiere of "The Nutcracker" had been three weeks ago but the seats in the Halls were still booked up every evening. Félice was motivated to do even a hundred shows more if she had to and she would love every single
one.
Odette and Mérante were standing behind the stage. They looked at the oyous redhead. She enjoyed the shows, the dancing, she just enjoyed all those things. And this filled Odette's Heart with Joy. She could have never believed that this little girl would make her that proud and joyful. She wasn't able to step on a stage ever again, not as a ballerina.
Félice needed to dance two more scenes and out of nowhere, Odette's heart started to ache. She sighed, gave Félice one last loving look before she turned away from the stage.
Mérante looked behind her, there was a sad sparkle in her eyes when she gave Félicie this lovely smile. This smile never reached her eyes. It looked like she escaped from this place, the stage and the spotlight.
He thought about following her and let this thought win over reason. It took him more than twenty minutes to find the woman. She saved herself on one of the older stages which became useless.
She had kneeled in the middle of the stage and stared at the empty seats. A few strands of hair fell from her bun and framed her anxious face. She just stared, her eyes focused on the seats and her hands rested on her legs. She looked beautiful but as beautiful as she looked so sad she looked like.
He made a few steps closer to her. She wouldn't have heard him if the wood plank under him hadn't cracked. When the sound reached Odette's ear, her head snapped in his direction. He hadn't seen the tears on her cheeks. She looked at him for a brief moment before she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "Mérante," she said softly when the tears were wiped away.
He stared at her for a moment before he stepped closer again, now he was just a few steps away from her. "What's wrong?" "nothing," she said with a quick move of her shoulders. He sighed "its always nothing".
A small smile formed on her lips. She took one last breath before she stood up but with the try her vision got dizzy. When she stood she had to blink a few times before her vision cleared. Her cane leaned against the wall, a few steps behind her. She felt weak and the pain in her ankle get stronger every moment. She has no idea where this pain came from. She didn't have the power to lift her gaze in his direction so she tried to focus on the wooden plates.
"Are you alright?" Mérante asked when he saw the pale face of the former ballerina. It was the first time that he noticed how weak she looked. Her skin was paler than normal, her waist seemed thinner, her cheekbones seemed clearer than ever and it seemed as if she hadn't eaten in a long time.
When she looked in his direction her vision blurred again. "I'm fine" she murmured and tried with all her power to reach her cane. She got the power to make one step before the pain in her ankle get too strong for her to take. She fell to her knee and let out a small cry of pain.