Well. yes.
Library fines, not that it matters.
Xylophone warm, he pulls her over to him. They are atop a hill, a clifftop even. It is half raining. The SEA conducts a crashing grey symphony. They can taste the salt from up here.
Tight to him, chest to chest, slips her hands in red gloves up into his jumper.
Eyes, eyes, eyes. This beautiful moment, will never fade out.
He is strong of heart and she is a creative genius.
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