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[Kristi]

@idiot.exe

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hi ati

@idiot.exe

He could give up on perfection and let his actions come naturally, guided by what feels right rather than what’s expected

ok golden boy tired of being golden

@idiot.exe

Atlas closed his eyes briefly, focusing on how the instruments blended together in perfect harmony. But the more time passed, the more a bitter feeling began to settle in his stomach

OKKK dont be bitter, one day you may be there, not now or tomorrow or next tomorrow or this year but one day

@idiot.exe

Soon, he told himself. Soon he could return to his old life, soon he’d experience the euphoric feeling of being among the performers.

See thats the spirit

@idiot.exe

He found it pointless to waste time worrying, Miles would return

Return? maybe but safely? no

@idiot.exe

Exams, deadlines, constant new material to keep up with. There was always something to do, and as unhinged as he sounded, he enjoyed the pressure.

oh ok works under pressure got it

@idiot.exe

“Enjoying the ball so far?” he asked, his eyes trailing up to her mask. “I’ve attended a few times already, and I still can’t get enough of the scene. Might just be me though,” he added, taking a sip of his drink. Though a complete stranger, there was something familiar about her. Atlas couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, maybe she resembled someone he knew or just met, or maybe his intuition was wrong. But now he was left wondering who could be hiding behind that mask. With a mischievous grin, he glanced at her dress. “Were you trying to match with me? I’m honored,” he chuckled.

this not going to end well i have a feeling