xcviii. Sweat pouring off her neck

'Doing what you like is freedom, liking what you do is happiness'

'I love dance battle'


Every time, Anne tried a little harder. She pushed once and again, straightening and stiffening her legs to work buttocks and hamstrings until fulfilling the complete series.

Then, panting, drenched in sweat, she sat up from the mat and walked down the hall, toward the pane, to look through the window, and, so, catch the blurred reflection of herself.