The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending
.: ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔎𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rosalie grinned a him when he said he could carry her again, just shrugging him off. "You don't need to be straining yourself right now by carrying me." she said with a slight laugh, the doors closing behind them as they left the gym. She blushed slightly as Favian's breath brushed across her neck, mentioning going back to her room instead of his own. She knew he was joking about having another heart attack before she even saw his wink. She didn't appreciate the jokes so soon, he had really scared her, but she let it slide. If he was willing to take it so lightheartedly than she should be too. She couldn't help but grin to herself at his suggestion of going back to her room, fighting to wipe the blush from her face. "Well, I mean, we don't want you having another heart attack, do we?" she said, a wide grin playing across her lips, her two toned eyes dancing as she looked over at him. "C'mon, we'll go back to my room. I doubt Serena will be there." she said, winking at him as they continued to make their way through the hall - her hobbling and him walking.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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