like the sun

"Sometimes, when you're alone with her, and you're both just sitting there, doing homework or something... I'll ask her a question and she'll really answer. It's like- you can see it. Her shoulders open up, and she actually looks at you... And her eyes fucking glow. And her voice... it sounds like what honey tastes like, thick and smooth, and sweet. She's there, raw and uncovered, talking to me and making me feel like I'm inside of the sun... and it's the best fucking thing in the world, because she doesn't even know what she's doing. I mean, it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest and my eyes are going to fall out from looking at someone so beautiful- and all she's doing is answering my question."

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When Monet moves back to LA from Florida, it's not just to accept an offer from a world-renowned dance studio. Something happened in Florida, something no one should ever have to go through.
She's broken now, and so is he. They have barely enough pieces to make one whole person, but somehow they fit together. They help each other, when no one is left to help them.

He can't see how much she trusts him.

She can't see how much he loves her.