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Sarah
She was a woman of action. She never stopped, not once, for fear that once she did, her spotlight would be lost. Sarah lived for the moment, and the moment lived for Sarah. When she was acting, she could pretend that she wasn't herself, that she was someone braver, stronger. She could make up stories where she was the smart one. Where she quipped, and majestically spun around, walking away from the villain and towards the audience. Where she lifted her face to the light and said her lines, villain defeated on the floor behind her. When she was acting, she could pretend she was on stage.
On stage, where she wasn't the girl who made her parents miserable, or the one who sewed dresses out of rags. Where she didn't take cover from the cruel insults flung her way, instead raising her head to the sunlight, and proclaiming proudly, that they have no power over her. They never had, and they never will. How it would be if just once, someone stared at her entranced, focused on her story. The tragedy was, that Sarah didn't feel real unless she was with people. People who looked at her and saw her falling. People to hear her when she cried. How it would be to have someone to act with! They could say their lines in unison, improvising for hours on end. The story would never stop. It would live on in the space between the both of them, every time reinventing itself. And their characters would emerge, fresh and new every time.
Oh, how Sarah liked to play with people.