You’ve done ballet ever since you could remember. You were really good at it, the best out of your friend group. But, your teacher isn’t the best.

Your teacher pushes you too far, causing you to come home with bruises over your body from the amount of bending your limbs have to do.

You walked into you and Alejandro’s home, bruises covering your joints. Alejandro noticed, and his eyes widened.

“{{user}}… mi amor…”