like yesterday { dw + yr }p
thxdraco
Her day did not start out well. First, the ribbon of her favorite pointe shoes came off, she had to resort to using an old pair she hadnât particularly broken into yet; then, her mother accused her of slacking off due to the linear consistency of her grades - whatâs the point of consistency if youâre going to stay in just that one level, Rachel; then, thereâs the usual city traffic. She reached the dance studio completely off her game, her mind was a mixture of frustration, resentment and plain negativity. Imagine having to put your entire body weight on the few inches surface of the platform, with the world pressed over your shoulder. Rachel found herself shaken, hands tight around the beam as she tried to stay upright. She mumbled a string of curses, teeth sinking at the bottom of her lip as she gathered her belongings and ditched the dayâs rehearsal. She didnât want to add embarrassing herself in front of the other girls at ballet practice to her growing list disappointments.
Gym bag slung over her shoulder, she pulled her hair into a messy bun as she walked down the corrigdor. Rachel was absorbed in her chaotic little world that she didnât realize that a reasonable crowd of girls were flocking by the windows, oogling yet again. They may be the future of the countryâs economy, but they were still girls nevertheless, the same things excite and make them feel exhilirating. Last week, there was a korean pop group that shot their music video just outside the department, maybe there was another one today. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she continued with her firm steps, one hand wrapped around the strap of her bag and the other sliding over the metal bar as she descended from the stairs.
As she reached the bottom, a couple of girls bumped her shoulder making her bag fall off. They kept running their pace, having forgotten who exaclty it was they bumped into. If this were any other day, Rachel would have grabbed one of them to teach a valuable lesson. But today was not a good day. She tried to remember their faces, they will be dealt with later, thatâs for sure. She heaved a sigh, lips pursing as she picked up her bag before getting back on her feet. And as she turned towards the exit, she notices a familiar looking figure standing not very far. That summer, the memories and the things came like a flash flood, all of it washing away whatever was left of her composure, leaving her standing there like a confused idiot. The dry lump in her throat made it difficult to swallow, the feeling in her stomach was foreign and she wasnât quite sure if this was good or bad. She had felt this before she was sure, but it had been a long time she didnât know how to handle it.
Then, she remembered. It had been a while. She wrote dozens of messages but kept them in her drafts, typed a handful of e-mails and always hesitated to hit send. In the end, she kept them all to herself. She didnât want to come off as clingy. If he wanted to stay in touch, heâd have sent a message like he said he would. But no message came, not even a âhow are you?â. By then, she remembered why she didnât let herself indulge in such feelings, she had it buried at the back of her head. They were different people then, and she was a different person here. That summer ended, and along with it, she assumed, so did her place in his perfect little life. She rearranged the expression she had on her face, holding her stance, a smirk gracing her lips before she spoke, âItâs been a while, Draco. To what do I owe the pleasure?â
