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The day of the ball was finally here. Esther’s eyes glistened with emotion as she stood before the full-length mirror, the deep blue dress flowed gracefully around her slender frame and accentuated all the right places. She had eagerly awaited the event for weeks, making the decision to attend despite feeling quite unwell. In the time she spent preparing, she had mustered up all of her strength to pretend she was fine. She’d chosen to ignore the unsettling feeling in her chest and the prickling sensation on her skin, but as she strapped the intricately designed mask to her face, a spell of dizziness made the ground beneath her start to sway. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled, feeling weaker with each passing moment.
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The sleek black car glides through the bustling streets and the city lights pass by in a blur, the anticipation of the ball hanging heavily in the air. Esther gazed out of the window, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As they approached the entrance, Esther breathed in deeply, taking a minute to regain her composure. Before leaving the comfort of tinted windows, she promptly curved her lips into a convincing smile to disguise the pain she was in. She then stepped out of the vehicle, taking in the refreshing cold air. Holding her head high, she walked up to the doors, dress trailing behind her.
The performances had filled Esther with an excitement for her future at Ninth House, momentarily and successfully distracting her from the painful pricks that ran up and down her body. As she stands up to clap at the end, her vision goes black for a second, causing her to grasp the chair in front of her for support. She glances at her surroundings, and to her luck, everyone’s eyes are still glued to the stage.
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Esther glances around at her surroundings in an attempt to fit in somewhere, feeling slightly claustrophobic in the sea of people. Almost on cue, she felt a pair of eyes on her, and she was met with a man greeting her with a friendly smile. Esther meets the man’s gaze, his piercing blue eyes stare down at her in a familiar way, evoking a sense of deja vu. “Yeah, it’s great, I really enjoyed the performances”, she answered confidently. The man’s approach was warm, and his eyes lingered over her dress. “Match with you? Please, blue just so happens to be my favorite color”, she teased in a joking tone, twirling around her in a dress.
@idiot.exe - Atlas