When Willow was four, her mother enrolled her in ballet. During her first lessons, Willow absolutely hated dancing - all the rules, all the competition made the little girl uncomfortable and weird. All she wanted to do was have fun with her friends, dance for a laugh and forget about the fights that had happened in class. Willow couldn't stand the way Paloma and Sophie were staring at her when she was dancing, the way they detailed her saut de chat as if trying to find the tiniest failure.

But as Willow grew up, she realized just how important dancing was for her. As the years passed by, she became better at dancing, escalating to become one of the best dancers in her dancing school. Her mom was over the top, her sister was just jealous she had to be the black sheep because she had refused to take dancing lessons when she had the opportunity, and her father was only worried about his little princess losing weight and being eaten alive by competition. Everything the brunette was working on was being perfect.

The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student, the perfect dancer. And she was.

But perfection only lasts as long as you allow it to. One day, the perfection fades away with the flower of youth, with the fear of not being enough, with the fear of getting older and failing everything. And Willow got hit in the face with all these worries way before she had to move to Forks with her family to help her sick grandfather and a certain emotion flew in her veins, breathed by a mysterious boy staring at her from the other side of the room.