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Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

one song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” Daiyu said, flicking Mina’s braid so it fell over her shoulder, just to see her turn and smile. “Perhaps you grew up around the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. But it’s not my business.” Mina gave a wider smiler, before she fumbled to her feet and refastened her cloak around her shoulders, holding out a hand for Daiyu. Daiyu took it and stood. “Thank you for trying to save me. And for staying.” Daiyu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to break down again. “You had nothing, and — and I appreciate you choosing to stick with me. You could have gone back to Yulán with Orion.” Mina shook her head, tightening her grip on Daiyu’s hand, before reaching to take the other. They stood like that for a moment, Mina’s thumbs brushing against Daiyu’s knuckles, their eyes locked. Mina’s gaze was unyielding, captivating, her gaze always open and kind. Daiyu wished more than ever now that Mina could speak, that she could hear her voice. But even without it, she was possibly the most honest person Daiyu had ever known. It was in her face, in the openness of her expression.

one song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” Daiyu said, flicking Mina’s braid so it fell over her shoulder, just to see her turn and smile. “Perhaps you grew up around the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. But it’s not my business.” Mina gave a wider smiler, before she fumbled to her feet and refastened her cloak around her shoulders, holding out a hand for Daiyu. Daiyu took it and stood. “Thank you for trying to save me. And for staying.” Daiyu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to break down again. “You had nothing, and — and I appreciate you choosing to stick with me. You could have gone back to Yulán with Orion.” Mina shook her head, tightening her grip on Daiyu’s hand, before reaching to take the other. They stood like that for a moment, Mina’s thumbs brushing against Daiyu’s knuckles, their eyes locked. Mina’s gaze was unyielding, captivating, her gaze always open and kind. Daiyu wished more than ever now that Mina could speak, that she could hear her voice. But even without it, she was possibly the most honest person Daiyu had ever known. It was in her face, in the openness of her expression.

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

Young ambition Say we'll go slow but we never do. -Dance To This, Troye Sivan & Ariana Grande

Logan Reid wasn’t like Dean; she didn’t mind the rain. She liked how it made the roads and sidewalks shine and reflect the city lights. Made the whole place more exciting. But when it impeded her track practice, and instead of running, she had to contend with cycling home in the wet and hoping that pitiful workout would be enough? No, thank you. She’d sneak out in any conditions if Coach Denver wasn’t always lurking, waiting to scold her for putting her health at risk “just for a run”. As if it was just a run to her. She cut to a stop, knowing she hadn’t beaten her usual record. When she defeated it, she’d know. She always did. It was like she perceived how fast she was going in a way no one else could. She didn’t know how to explain it. Dean didn’t get it, he didn’t feel it. It was like some kind of cosmic awareness of how her body moved through space. If Logan believed in all that hippy stuff, she’d probably think that was what it was. But she didn’t, so she didn’t. She had good instincts, that was all.  Logan turned to see Dean arriving behind her, his T-shirt soaked with sweat around the neckline, dark hair pushed back from his reddening face. She smirked. She couldn’t help it. “Beat ya again.” “Not next time.” He bent over, hands on his knees. Logan was always proud of how well she held herself after a long run. If Coach would let her, she’d go again. 

Logan will die if she doesn't run. Here’s a link to the Homebirds playlist!

one song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” Daiyu said, flicking Mina’s braid so it fell over her shoulder, just to see her turn and smile. “Perhaps you grew up around the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. But it’s not my business.” Mina gave a wider smiler, before she fumbled to her feet and refastened her cloak around her shoulders, holding out a hand for Daiyu. Daiyu took it and stood. “Thank you for trying to save me. And for staying.” Daiyu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to break down again. “You had nothing, and — and I appreciate you choosing to stick with me. You could have gone back to Yulán with Orion.” Mina shook her head, tightening her grip on Daiyu’s hand, before reaching to take the other. They stood like that for a moment, Mina’s thumbs brushing against Daiyu’s knuckles, their eyes locked. Mina’s gaze was unyielding, captivating, her gaze always open and kind. Daiyu wished more than ever now that Mina could speak, that she could hear her voice. But even without it, she was possibly the most honest person Daiyu had ever known. It was in her face, in the openness of her expression.

one song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” Daiyu said, flicking Mina’s braid so it fell over her shoulder, just to see her turn and smile. “Perhaps you grew up around the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. But it’s not my business.” Mina gave a wider smiler, before she fumbled to her feet and refastened her cloak around her shoulders, holding out a hand for Daiyu. Daiyu took it and stood. “Thank you for trying to save me. And for staying.” Daiyu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to break down again. “You had nothing, and — and I appreciate you choosing to stick with me. You could have gone back to Yulán with Orion.” Mina shook her head, tightening her grip on Daiyu’s hand, before reaching to take the other. They stood like that for a moment, Mina’s thumbs brushing against Daiyu’s knuckles, their eyes locked. Mina’s gaze was unyielding, captivating, her gaze always open and kind. Daiyu wished more than ever now that Mina could speak, that she could hear her voice. But even without it, she was possibly the most honest person Daiyu had ever known. It was in her face, in the openness of her expression.

one song my heart keeps singing of one love only for you

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” Daiyu said, flicking Mina’s braid so it fell over her shoulder, just to see her turn and smile. “Perhaps you grew up around the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. But it’s not my business.” Mina gave a wider smiler, before she fumbled to her feet and refastened her cloak around her shoulders, holding out a hand for Daiyu. Daiyu took it and stood. “Thank you for trying to save me. And for staying.” Daiyu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to break down again. “You had nothing, and — and I appreciate you choosing to stick with me. You could have gone back to Yulán with Orion.” Mina shook her head, tightening her grip on Daiyu’s hand, before reaching to take the other. They stood like that for a moment, Mina’s thumbs brushing against Daiyu’s knuckles, their eyes locked. Mina’s gaze was unyielding, captivating, her gaze always open and kind. Daiyu wished more than ever now that Mina could speak, that she could hear her voice. But even without it, she was possibly the most honest person Daiyu had ever known. It was in her face, in the openness of her expression.