Three days later, Joy finally woke up.
She saw Samuel waiting by her bed. He was exhausted, and his eyes were bloodshot.
When he saw her stir, he tried to help her up with trembling hands, but she avoided him.
Samuel’s hands froze in midair. After some time, he finally pulled his hands back.
With a hoarse voice, he said, “You can still walk, but you won’t be able to dance again.
“If you can’t, then don’t. I’ll take care of you. But Yelena is my fiancee. I can’t just abandon her.”
Joy should have felt plenty of things at that moment.
She should have been angry, be in despair, be sad, or be in suffering. Perhaps she should have even exploded in fury.
But all those emotions were contained in her heart. In the end, only a feeling of helplessness remained.
Finally, she said hoarsely and with a choked-up voice, “Please leave.”
The ward sank into a long period of silence. Eventually, Samuel got up and told her to rest before he left in silence.
When the door fell shut, Joy, who had been silently crying, finally wailed.
In the past, she had stayed day and night in the dance studio just to dance.
In the past, she had kept on practicing despite the scorching summer.
In the past, she swore that she would bring her dance troupe to newer heights.
In the past, she said she would keep dancing until the end of her life.
But all those things were destroyed because of her injured legs.
All her dreams were utterly crushed.
Ever since the doctor told Joy that she could no longer dance, Joy gradually turned into a shadow of her former self and was more akin to a walking corpse.
