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His eyebrows raised. His back arched.

"The Envy?" He asked calmly. "The famous ballet dancer?"

"Yes, that's me."

I doubt he understood me. I was crying too hard. My face became hot and my body became cold.

I knew what he was thinking.

Why would Envy want to end it all? She was rich, had an amazing boyfriend, a gorgeous body and face. Heck, she had a perfect life!

No, no.

"Why?" I asked him.

Why did he come and save me?

"Why is the question I'm asking you" he said. His voice was still soft as the ocean.

"Why" I said quietly, "is not your problem."

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