There is something exquisitely beautiful about the human form in motion and those who move thart art to excellence. We get drawn to them unknowingly, but behind every single move was hardwork. Hours after hours of pure work, trying to perfect those detailed moves and persevering on throughout the blood, sweat and tears produced; trying to bear the pain.

Beautiful things weren't meant to last forever.

Author's note; 

Hello there (;

Thank you for viewing this story, please do subscribe if you like it. I'm planning on making it a oneshot, but it's not confirmed. I would appreciate it if you give me feedback on my writing in order for me to improve on it as well.

Once again, thank you.