Chapter .18.
If a dancer met a lover and stopped dancing, you'd question his/her choice.
If you brought a flower inside
and it stopped growing,
you'd give it back to the sun.
So tell me, if you're unhappy,
why are you standing still?
-Erin Van Vuren
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The male watches me from the side, taking in my exercise.
"My rib is fine."
He only shrugs, but I can tell it is what he is thinking about.
I continue.
My side does hurt. I know it is slowing me down. But I let the pain focus me.
I fall beside him, letting my head rest back as I take in the sky.
A week had passed. It was almost time to return.
"Are you ready male?"
A long sigh leaves his mouth as he nods. I close my eyes and smile, letting the sunlight hit my skin.
I don't open them as I feel his hand slowly trace my face.