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It was exactly three hours that she had been out there, that long hair was pulled up in a tight bun and the music played constantly as her body moved. Faster and faster, twirls, spins, leaps, and jumps. Escape the pain, forget about the emotional and bring on the physical pain that she could use by pushing herself to her body's limit until she finally collapsed and she could dream without memories. The trophies, perhaps, brought back those memories. They made her think of a time she would have much rather forget, memories of words that hurt, memories of physical pain that wasn't something she inflicted on herself through dance.
The music played and her body matched it's rhythm, the spins and twirls, the leaps and movements. Each thing as she pushed herself brought her closer and closer to letting her mind forget. Her eyes closed as she moved, she heard nothing but the music and the words that played in her head over and over again. She clenched one hand and released it as she slowed to a stop to take a drink of water and then began again as she changed the tempo.
Someday, she would escape the pain and forget all of it. She needed to forget. Her body began to shut down and she started to slide down but she forced her knees to hold and she began to dance once more as her mind replayed the words and tears squeezed out of her closed eyes as she danced. Escape, run, escape, dance, escape. She needed to escape the pain, she needed to forget, and yet, she could tell no one about what happened. She was who she was and that was the secret she could never tell.
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"Thank you.." She wanted to say the words but she couldn't. Not here, not where people could hear or see. Cayden went to tuck her hands into her pockets and then remembered she didn't have any.
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