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Intro. The whole campus seemed to breathe victory.
The leaves began to fall from the old trees surrounding the pavilions, dying the sidewalks of orange and gold. The runners were full of hasty steps, anxious voices, dreams inflated by scholarships and secret ambitions. At South Coast University, no one was there to be medium.
Ceccilia knew that. From the first day, from the first last in the ballet bar, she danced like who needed to prove something - even if no one said aloud. Her body was technical, accuracy and anger. Anger at the world that expected everything from her. Anger at herself for wanting even more.
And then there was him.
Rafe Cameron was the name that came up with stories. American football player, heir to a stained reputation and undeniable talent. The kind of man everyone wanted around - until too close. Charismatic, unstable, dangerous. The type you love as you pray not to drown.
They grew up per
rafe cameron
@ceccilia
rafe cameron
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Intro. The whole campus seemed to breathe victory.
The leaves began to fall from the old trees surrounding the pavilions, dying the sidewalks of orange and gold. The runners were full of hasty steps, anxious voices, dreams inflated by scholarships and secret ambitions. At South Coast University, no one was there to be medium.
Ceccilia knew that. From the first day, from the first last in the ballet bar, she danced like who needed to prove something - even if no one said aloud. Her body was technical, accuracy and anger. Anger at the world that expected everything from her. Anger at herself for wanting even more.
And then there was him.
Rafe Cameron was the name that came up with stories. American football player, heir to a stained reputation and undeniable talent. The kind of man everyone wanted around - until too close. Charismatic, unstable, dangerous. The type you love as you pray not to drown.
They grew up per
rafe cameron
@ceccilia
rafe cameron