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"First come the cracks,
then the silent tears."

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REGRET LOOMED in their hearts.

And yet pride got the best of them. They went from a group of kids who shared the same love of theatre to mere strangers. All because of a book.

It didn't seem completely out of the question, however, as theatre kids, were--well--dramatic.

The argument was reasonable, but the way they chose to handle it was not, for they would now mock and jeer their rivals. Everyone believed they were right. They all gave way for chaos to blossom, for it did. Mornings that were once full of cheerful greetings soon switched to thick tension.

It was as if the sun had suddenly stopped shining and nothingness had taken its place instead.

There was no anger anymore. Only tension. Anticipation. They waited to see who would collapse first. They waited to unleash their pent up words.

They waited and waited, all at time's expense.