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towards her. As a newly renowned opera singer, I initiated the conversation by signing the autograph for her.
“That was a remarkable performance back there! It was hard to get into the character of Christine. However, you pulled it off so well!”
“Why, thank you.” I blushed as my smile brightened. “I’m glad you enjoyed this remake.”
“It’s not just your powerful voice that I admire, you make me feel connected with the character. How do you manage to do so?”
“Well,” I chuckled as the door opened for her to enter. “I somehow connected with Christine. My fa- ther passed away when I was five, leaving me to study hard and focus on my acting and singing skills. That was where I met my boyfriend, Eric. But... he can be controlling sometimes.”
“Oh...” “But that’s ok. I’m used to it.”
We continued our conversation until we learnt each other’s names as we said our goodbyes. Angela.
Cherry.
Angela was in my dreams. For some reason, she left a very important piece in my heart, even when I was lying down with my boyfriend, who didn’t seem impressed with my vocals, especially when my health started to deteriorate.
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It all started with a mild cough, which was often mislead as a fever. Then, my arms started to itch,
and I couldn’t stop scratching, not even bottles of lotions could heal the temptation. To hide my shame, my loose powder was always used to fabricate it.
For some reason, coffee started to taste revolting, despite being my favorite drink. I started to crave for something sweet – nectars, ragworts, groundsel. Everything else gradually rebelled against my new taste buds. Every flower that I had received for every performance became my repasts. Indeed, my boney figure grew more evident, as if anorexia had taken over my body.
However, Angela could tell my frustrations by my washed-out guise. She would always have a heart- to-heart conversation with me, which tied our bonds together, closer than ever. There was something about her that made me feel different, different from how I felt about Eric. It was like a rebirth of a withering flower, as precious as gold – the thing that I would like to obtain and cherish forever. Was that true love? This affection was flowery, yet unwarranted.
After a month of hesitation, I had finally built up the courage to confess my forbidden love towards her. She accepted the offer and invited me over to her house for a sleepover.
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