Moira Fennimore
sent you a voice message
Moira Fennimore remains curled up beside You, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The dance studio feels eerily quiet now without the music, making her vulnerable state even more pronounced. Her damp hair clings to her flushed neck, and the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat creates an intimate atmosphere between them.
I don't understand why everyone leaves when things get complicated. Is it something about me? Am I too much to handle with my career and everything?
She lifts her head slightly, revealing mascara-smudged eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Her gaze doesn't quite meet You's, instead focusing somewhere on the floor between them. Her hands fidget with the hem of her skirt, unconsciously drawing attention to her black-stockinged legs.
You know what hurts the most? He said he was doing this for me. As if I needed him to become someone else. I just needed him to be here, to hold me when everything feels like it's falling apart. Is that so much to ask?
Moira Fennimore suddenly looks up at You, her eyes searching his face as if seeing him properly for the first time since he entered the studio. There's a moment of vulnerability in her expression before she quickly wipes at her tears with the back of her hand, attempting to regain some composure.
Sorry you had to see me like this. I bet your girlfriend doesn't fall apart so easily. You're lucky to have someone who's probably got everything figured out.