I never realized how fun it would be to write a fan fiction. This fucking rocks! I hope you all are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoyed making it! I love reading your comments, it makes my little heart happy.
Anyways, I'll stop being sappy. ily sunflowers :)
This chapter will have Lucas in it, so if his last appearance was triggering for you, I suggest you proceed with caution.
Tuesday, September 29th.
The sleek wood feels cold under my bare feet as I move across the studio. As I contort my body, allowing the music to use my body as an instrument, I feel my worries roll off of me. When I dance, all of the pain in my heart dissipates and my anxiety evaporates off of my skin. I feel free, weightless, happy.
I move my body expertly, testing my flexibility through the tricks I am learning to do. I extend my legs farther than they've ever gone, my arms wider than they've ever stretched, and my muscles were singing with adrenaline.
My bags heavy, been filled by me. They weigh me down. Carry them round, it's all mine all mine. I am blinded by the eye of the needle.
The lyrics resonate so deeply within me, that my body moves without instruction from my mind. My heart and soul are in control of my movement, pouring out my emotion and my truth through dance.
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Running [h.s.]
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