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She's been seeing Nina for days.

At first Lily had assumed it was just someone who looked like her, but then she'd begun to show up at the studio. She'd danced across the rehearsal space while Lily stared on in something bordering on horror. She's done it twice now, she's suffered the loss of Nina twice and she can't do it again, and so she only stands at the edge of the rehearsal floor and she watches. She doesn't call out for her, she doesn't ask Nina what the hell she thinks she's doing, she doesn't do anything. She only watches.

But she keeps showing up. It's been days now and Nina keeps showing up and Lily is getting more and more exhausted with each passing day. It hurts so much, this wrenching pain in her chest, until she finally can't take it anymore and she gives in.

It's after rehearsal, she's freshly showered and changed into her street clothes and there's Nina, standing at the edge of the door, one foot outside. It's like she's waiting and Lily savagely ties her hair back, ignoring the reflection of Nina in the mirror, ignoring her until she finally can't. She feels like she's going mad, like she's starting to understand what it was Nina felt when she came to her that night, desperate and terrified that someone was following her.

"What?" Lily asks, spinning around. "What do you want?"

But Nina doesn't answer. She smiles and she walks away and Lily, frustrated and exhausted and broken down, follows. She calls her name once or twice, but Nina doesn't even turn, so Lily just lets herself be lead down the street.

It isn't until she's in the subway station that she realizes where they're going. It's surprisingly empty and she turns on the platform, looking for Nina again.

"I get it," she says, her voice exhausted. "This is where you died. What do you want from me?"