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“If I let you go this time, will I ever see you again?” She finally asked, surprising them both with a rare display of sober vulnerability. But she wasn’t expecting a response. She never gets one.
And, of course, this time was no different. No response – just a gloved hand brushing through her hair. Why did she even ask if she already knew the answer? Whatever expression Constance donned, whether it was indifference, ridicule, or even the same expression that Black Swan wore, she didn’t want to know. Any of them would break her heart.
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She relishes in the way her body was pressed against the cold brick wall of some building, secluded in a dark alleyway where their figures are only touched by the light of the stars and the moon.
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30 Mar 2026
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"Haven't passed it yet?" Swan asks, like she doesn't know the answer.
Constance shakes her head, a couple strands of hair coming loose from over her shoulder, grazing the rim of the seat; Swan purses her lips, gathers Constance's hair into one hand in place of the hair tie neither of them remembered to wear, pin-straight and impossibly smooth. Practically hugging Constance now, back to front.
"I don't wanna throw up in the car."
Swan gets it out of Constance's system.
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更新後重新體會了黑天鵝的迷人。
黑天鵝從小開始的故事。 -
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Black Swan was tired of her relationship with Constance, but it wasn’t as simple to end it as she had thought. Constance was persistent and followed Black Swan all the time. But when she stopped doing that, Black Swan felt that something was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t care about Constance, but she did anyway.
There was something strange happening between them. Something that made her heart ache and feel suffocated. A feeling worse than anything she had felt before, but Black Swan couldn’t figure out what it was. At least not without Constance by her side.
Author's notes: I'm brazilian, so maybe my english isn't the best. I really hope you enjoy this fic.

