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•Ongoing• Aurora. She was a child, like many others, that was forced to do things. She was forced to dance ballet. Forced to obey. Threatened. Crushed. And all for what? Unrecognized fairplay? She wanted to be free, she wanted to breathe properly, walk freely, but she wasn't permitted to. Aurora Willow. She's a 17-year-old ballerina in 1900. What's to expect? __________________________________________ Oliver Black. The bloke is from the richest family in the entire country. He would get and do anything he wanted. He wasn't spoilt or mean. Only acted it around his family. When his younger sister forced him to go to the grande theater to watch the swan ballet, he then saw her. Aurora. She looked marvelous, but she looked sad, tainted. Their eyes had met, he could see she wasn't, happy. That was the word. Happy. He wanted to make her happy. He chose to make her happy. His Ballerina. No, His Flower.
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