1. I have read all the rules and rather like them.
2. 19
3. Female
4. Um, well currently Texas. Next week Airzona and then California. I move to visit family this month.
5. In the Dark.
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There were always things in life one was sure of, and things one could never really be sure of. Just like there were some things that one could never let go.
As she stood at the window of her new studio, looking out at the street below her vantage point she knew that this town, this place was one thing she could never let go of. Because he was here. The one person she had really loved, loved and lost. Olivia turned away from the clear glass of the window, away from the lazy street that laid beneath it. Her feet moved nearly soundlessly over the gleaming wood floors of her studio, just the bare whisper of her half point shoes. The twenty three year old flexed her feet within the flexible material that covered it, giving into a moment of impulse and spinning, going up on half point, her balance perfect as a leg lifted, the toes of her left foot touching behind her right knee as she executed the move perfectly, arms formed in front of her before opening as she came out of the whirl. Her feet set back down easily and she sighed, pushing stray strands of her long chocolate brown hair out of her eyes.
Those eyes flashed with memories, the intense amber darkening a touch, as she looked around the studio. Livi wasn't sure that coming back here was a good idea, it hurt inside, remembering the breaking of her heart, of half of her dreams. But the breaking of her romantic dreams had led to the realization of her career ones. She was now a trained and well known dancer, she had work with a famous dance company. The brunette had earned enough money to open her own studio in her home city, had been able to move back to the place she loved with a good job possibility. After all her old dance instructor had closed down her business just two years ago, there had been a lull in activity and Madame Murrie was old enough to happily retire in comfort. Olivia Montague was young and bright, she could run her own business and had decided to move back at Caro Murrie's urging. Caro knew how much she missed this place, how this was truly her only home. Because he was still here.
To reach one dream another had been left, broken. But the first dream, of being a renowned dancer, of having enough money and fame to open her own studio and have pupils lined up, that was accomplished. So Olivia had decided to try and fix the dream that had been broken, her dream of love. Because even with all of the men she had met and who had tried to woo the dancer she had never forgotten her first love and her only lover. And that, a lover, only once. One perfect, blindingly passionate night together before he had walked away and left her heart in pieces.
He wasn't going to break her heart again, she wouldn't let him. But she couldn't not try to get him back, so after five years away from Jethro she was back, back in the city where she had grown up, where she had known love. And Olivia wouldn't let him walk away from her again, at the very least she would seduce him, know the pleasure of being with him before she walked away. She would show him just how badly he had hurt her. A tear slipped down her cheek and she raised a slender hand to brush it away impatiently, her expression darkening. Livi couldn't understand how he could still have so much affect on her, and she paced, her long legs moving with a fluid grace that most dancers had, across the wooden floors before she started putting herself into ballet warm ups to stretch out her body. Her first class started in about half an hour, a ballet class, followed by a beginners ballroom. She would work and show the city that Olivia had not come back empty handed, that was was brilliant and able to hold her own in this world. And she would show the only man she had ever loved just how much love could hurt.
She had left, for the love of dance and for the lack of his love. Run away from the pain. But the girl had grown up, and was in fact now a woman, it showed in the ripe fullness of her mouth, in the curves of her tall figure. She had been slight and thin back then, unsure that she was beautiful. But her body had filled out, hips flared at the meeting of her long legs and slender torso, her chest had filled out from the near flatness of before to a moderate, and for a dancer, generous size, although bound down by the sports bra and golden leotard she wore. Her long legs were covered with nude colored tights, and she reached up, taking a break from the warm up to bound up her curls in a pony tail. Olivia looked forward to the classes, wondered at the date she was suppose to have tonight, at 50s diner she had spent so much time at with her once upon a time fiance. New memories, it was time to remake her home town, to show everyone that Olivia Montague wasn't shattered and moping after all these years. She was onto to bigger and better things, like Matthew, the investment banker she was going out with tonight.
Only, she wasn't sure she really was. Because deep down, all she wanted was to kiss Robert again, to feel the magic of their love. But dreams couldn't come true without giving something up. And she had nothing left to give.
Can I list several people? Because Steve and Sherona first showed me this site awhile back. I spent time today talking to Josietta before joining because both she and Stori are here.
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