I melted into the kiss, and when the air was needed we broke apart. Beckett rested his forehead against mine.
" So does this mean Sasha was right?" I whispered.
"Yes this means Sasha was right." he chuckled.
We smiled and walked back to his car, as he drove a song played, that made a smile play at his lips.
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only way that I know
When it gets hard, you know it gets hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer til' our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
I smiled as we pulled into the driveway of his home. My life wasn't perfect, but it was like a photograph, worth more than a thousand words. Run, dance, love, hate, friends, broken, ballerina, fearless, powerful, victim. Most of all something that reminds of Demi Lovato; a warrior. (Cue Warrior)
One of the most beautiful songs, that I have heard. One of the most moving, powerful, and emotional songs. Starting choreography for this will be hard because I need to capture a battle on the inside and out.
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FanfictionVanessa Morita and Carly Catto are back for another year at Keaton School of the Arts. Drama between the dancers causes a rift between the two friends. Will their forever lasting friendship survive? The music program is dysfunctional, and Alya Kendr...
