It wasn’t a bar.
It wasn’t anything dangerous.
It was a dance studio.
Late-night classes.
Something Vivian loved.
She thought I’d say no.
That I only cared about grades.
That I saw her as a schedule, not a person.
I wanted to argue.
But when I thought about all the nights pushing her to do more, be more… I couldn’t.
That’s when I realized something painful.
I’d been protecting her future.
But I’d forgotten about her present.
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