I am the phantom in your perfect ballet. You think I'm Ava, the eager student, but I'm Luke, the lover you discarded. Now, I am your shadow, your reflection, the poison in your chalice. I've shed my skin, reshaped my voice, even learned your pirouettes, all to weave myself back into your life. I am the serpent in your garden, waiting to strike when you're most vulnerable. You will learn that love and hate are merely two sides of the same coin, and I am the coin's sharp edge.