So Lia is here right now.
In the dance studio itself and she's buzzing with happiness. This is probably the most excited, thrilled, joyous she has ever felt because she can't remember any memory of all these emotions overflowing the past few weeks.
It makes her feel alive, like every fibre of her being is finally appreciating the life she has. Lia is thinking that maybe life is worth it at the end of it all.
She looks around and nothing seems to still be settling in as she still can absolutely make no sense of anything.
It's funny because Lia thinks it's just a dream and she's going to wake up from it in an hour to face the same old life she has.
Isn't it weird that at fifteen, an age so young, Lia thinks she's already lived enough because of how 'old' she feels? Ironically enough that is.