this is how it always was. he picked you up in his stupid, fancy car after your ballet class, every wednesday and thursday. it’s not like he let you work, he wanted to spoil you he said. you hated how your and his parents arranged the marriage between you two. you couldn’t accept it, you were rude to him, cold and never spoke. but he actually tried, he was patient and gentle. it was like he actually loved you. the only thing missing is him telling you. he brought you home after class, but each time only got worse. all of the other girls hated you, they’d constantly talk about you behind your back. they’d say that you were only good because he bought you all the expensive stuff, pointe shoes, duffel bag and everything. they hated how you were better in class, so they thought it was private lessons he paid for. they were so jealous, but they’d never know how cold you were towards him. you’d never speak about your emotions to him obviously, so you immediately hid inside your room when you got home after class. they ruined the new bag he got you. they drew all over it, mean words and what not. now you obviously had to hide your crying and the bag from him, purely because it was so embarrassing.