75| Dancing (Emma)

Weeks passed after we broke up and I was walking the earth feeling like a shell of a human – no substance, no meaning. I kept taking the steps in the apartment building instead of the elevator because I was afraid that I would run into Matthew and wouldn’t be able to keep my composure.

I was just like the rest of them – the assistants that fell in love with him and then left because it didn’t work out. The thought filled me with rage. A deep, burning, intense rage that had me wanting to throw a glass at the wall whenever I thought about it.

I’m just another whore now. Nothing more. Everyone’s going to see me that way from now on. I know that’s how I’ve started to see myself, especially after what happened in the club with his brother.

I’ve been keeping busy with my work as the choreographer for upcoming shows and working with the models – probably giving them too many hours, but I needed something to di