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The next day.






I saw him again.




Dancing like usual.




Which made me forget my daily life problems.




But today I don't know....





He seemed weak.



Hands and legs were still swiftly moving in rhyme but I felt... He was weak.




Can give up in any second.





When I was lost in my thoughts.





A thing happened.




For the first time he faced the audience.





He for the first time maybe for me... Looked straight into the audience.




Again they screamed in pleasure.




It was normal.




Cause he was just like an angel.




Handsome. Breathtakingly handsome.




Those light blueish eyes of him analysing the whole audience. His pink pump lips slightly apart.



My heart skipped a beat just by seeing him.




This look was more than enough when....













He looked straight at me.

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