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❝to love is to burn, to be on fire.❞ ┊vi. six
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Clary takes time to inhale and release her breath.
In her view, Jennie rolls her shoulders in protest, but all Clary hears is the chorus of canaries and the settled touch of the sun. The rays of the aforementioned ran to port, right in the direction they were facing, the source of the mortification that attacked her compatriot made them sweat as if they were walking on a raft.
But Clary liked this day.
Of course, that was contributed by other factors.
Like today they celebrated three birthdays for one.
Tuesday the eleventh of February was Rose's birthday, and Clary had spent a month chasing the executives to change their resting day so they could celebrate not only Rose, but Jennie and Jisoo as well. It had been impossible for them to organize a celebration for the doyen due to the lack of barriers between training and personal life, but today they would dance without any galleon stepping on their sails.
Clary licks her lips, keeping them from cracking, "We're almost there," she says, raising Jennie's hand to indicate that there were only three minutes left until their morning jog was over.
"Tell me why I agreed to do this," she says, looking at the road as if a driver would give them a wink like a life jacket.
"Because today we're not going out in the afternoon," Clary elaborates, over a breath, "because today is Rose's birthday. And yours. And Jisoo's."
Jennie surprises her when Clary looks up and notices that she's jogging backwards to face her, "I need you to make another comment."
"What?"
Jennie becomes exasperated, "Another comment," she insists, "I'll have something else to think about other than the burning in my quads."
Clary got shivers from the tepid morning breeze, hefty with dew, that peregrinated through the streets like a satellite. The touch of it against her damp skin made her feel disgusted. She felt the urge to bathe.
