[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

*mature rating because of language* * TRIGGER WARNING * This is the rewrite of Learning How To Laugh Again. I feel confined within these walls that are depression, these walls that are glass, these walls that are closing in. Everyone peers in, unsure of how to act, so they just watch. They watch me get crushed between these walls. All except one.