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 *** 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.