"The final act. Your final dance! You've tasted your dream. Touched it! Only to have it crushed. Your heart is broken. Wounded! Your life force fading. The blood drips. The black swan stole your love! There is only one way to end the pain. You're not fearful, but filled with acceptance! And you look down at Rothbart and then at the Prince. And then yes, and the audience! And then you jump!" Thomás said. Marilyn hesitated for a little second. "Go ahead, jump! You'll be fine. Jump!" Thomás told her and so she did. The girl ran towards the boy and jumped, it was wonderful. Atleast, it seemed like it. She was in the air, free and nobody who stopped her. Nobody who grabbed her when she fell out of the sky. She saw her dream, she touched it, she tasted it and she crushed it. She saw her dream when she was in the air and when she was on the ground, with her eyes closed and people around her. She jumped and touched her dream. Her dream of being the white swan."
Het eerste hoofdstuk van deze story gaat deze week online, mind to take a look/abo?
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