Outside is enclosed with gray clouds and the air so warm but so cold. I pull the sleeves of my jacket lower down so they can cover my bare wrist. My feet sting in my pointe shoes while the pink fabric rubs against my ankle. My hair was in a tight bun and I was wearing Emerge nylon mesh dance dress above my pink tights. I walk through the layered air thick with cold winds to my all time favorite coffee shop. The rain droplets where hanging on to tree branch just like me. Just hanging on for dear life. But like my dance teacher always says, To live is the rarest thing in the world most people just exist that's it. As I reached the door and press my hand on the door handle pushing the door open the certain familiar ring goes off. I looked around. The place is not crowded like usual, just how I like it.
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Angel of Adventure || Raura ||
Adventure"Forever is composed of nows." "Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs. And we are going to wrong some rights. The first shall be the last; the last shall be the first." -John Green.
