plottwisting
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they teach you how to count beats until your heels bleed into the floorboards. they teach you how to look directly down the red barrel of camera four, smile until your dimples hurt, and lie through your teeth so the stock prices don't drop.
you can train your lungs to hold notes through adrenaline. you can learn how to turn your own ribs into iron.
nobody teaches you what to do when someone smells like roasted tea and winter mist in a dark alleyway. nobody hands you a handbook for the terrifying, unscripted gravity of falling for your stage partner under streetlights that don't belong to the company.
it turns out love isn't a choreography you can memorize.
it's just a stubborn, quiet ache that refuses to wash out.