When Love Learns to Let Go

I only glanced once at the special pinned contact in Ethan's phone.

Then I learned one thing: not to care.

He worked a thirty-hour night shift without replying to messages. I stopped waiting.

He forgot my birthday. I didn't mention it.

My ankle was badly sprained. I gritted my teeth and wrapped it myself, then went onstage in heels the next day.

Loving someone is hard, but letting go is simple.

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Joanna's POV

Today was Swan Lake's quarterly performance.

In the third act, during the Black Swan's 32 fouetté turns, I heard a crack from my ankle on the 29th landing.