« Then stare back. »
She helped me into my dress.
« I can’t dance. »
She came closer. « You can still exist in a room. »
That hurt, because she knew exactly what I had been doing since the accident. Disappearing while still technically present.
So I went.
She helped me into my dress. Helped me into my chair. Helped me into the gym, where I spent the first hour parked near the wall pretending I was fine.
Then they drifted back toward the dance floor.
People came over in waves.
« You look amazing. »
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