Waiting Room

She can’t look at herself anymore, with her golden hair spilling out like tears (like the way her mother used to cry), and her beauty that seems more like a curse than a blessing. So she runs away; hides in the sun, moon and stars, for they are the only ones capable of keeping the secret of who she really is.

But fate finds her like a bloodhound, and she realises the only way to win is to dance with somebody who will be strong enough to change her story for her.


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