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I keep my walls up, if you want me, you better start to climb -Russ
What my parents would think if they saw what I've become in these recent years often haunts me. Would a shimmer of pride lighten their eyes as when I came back victorious from a dance competition? Or would they be disappointed that I stopped chasing my biggest passion for the fear of losing faith in myself again?
Kevin never fails to remind me how proud of me he is and how far I've come. To know that I have a shoulder to lean on when my grief creeps up on me every now and then is a blessing I won't hold for granted. He's all I have left, and for his sake, I promise to put more effort into healing. I owe it to him. To myself, too.
The little girl running around with a dorky smile and worn ballet shoes would crumble if she knew that we had given up. She above all deserves a second chance to redeem that strength once again. Her determination and hard work were what weaved this great talent after all.
She is worth fighting for. I am worth fighting for.
I set down the glass frame holding a piece of my heart on the shelf and smile. It felt empty without my family up there. Their faces beaming back at me tie the whole place together. At first, I was quite opposed to the idea of living off-campus. My flight being scheduled only two days before the semester started took my panic of living alone up a notch. But it was too late to apply for dorm confinement, and a waiting list was inevitable anyway. So when I found this apartment building towering over the university, I didn't think twice.
As soon as I walked in here, my knees buckled from the breathtaking view. Stunning floor-to-ceiling windows blew my mind away with panoramic views of the city skyline; like a large canvas morphing its painting to fit the motion of time. My worries melted away at the sight. Living alone didn't seem bad with a perk like that.
Nothing quite stood out aside from those windows. It was your stereotypical modern college student apartment, but it's convenient nonetheless.
Mia demanded that I liven up the decor a little and 'breathe some life into this place' as she put it. I'm pretty sure we have different opinions on interior design because while I enjoyed the minimal decor, Mia unabashedly expressed her distaste. She decided that a renovation was necessary the minute she turned in her winter collection. I couldn't argue with her. It was non-negotiable.
The messy girl who made it her mission to become my best friend somehow ended up meaning a great deal to me. Her impulsive nature and unconditional kindness had me allowing her into my life faster than I've ever let anyone take a peek.
There's a comfortable, homey sort of energy projecting from her at all times. She has rays of sunlight trapped inside her and she has no clue how to spend them, so she spreads them over everyone who bumps in her way.
