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... aware that good things never lasted. You needed not to be scared, @halfgrief.

... his concern, incited by your foreboding question; let the little warmth that housed you under from the evening chill whisper to you all his intentions. "Are you?" Please, don't be. This had been a good evening, it was a good thing, but our son wasn't so naive to not be ...

... had anything, anyone to cherish, to treasure, to fear for. It wasn't the day and its happenings that scared him precisely, but— "I suppose I am," he finalized, shaking his figure to take off his suit and drape it over your shoulders. He spoke nothing of what was plaguing ...

Something different seeped in the air surrounding them now, and he wasn't sure what it was. It made him want to scoot closer to you, but all he did was tilting his head to lock their gazes together. "I—don't know," any tomorrow had never been scary to him. That was before he ...

... cheeks hurting with the fact that such elation was caused by him—experienced with him. There was nary a doubt let alone falsehood in his declaration despite being uttered out of reflex and in the heat of the moment. Once you sunk, he allowed his legs to forget their purpose.

Beneath the dim moonlight, amidst this idyllic sequence, his mind floated above to a space of contentment. As long as you were here, @halfgrief, he could smile and laugh and exist. Just like tonight. This had been a good evening—it was a good thing.

... but the landscape afore extended its invitation of freedom, and he couldn't help but wanting to swing your arm and see the hem of your dress twirl, grand and elegant even if you didn't think of it as such. "I'll go wherever you go, Medea."

... his offered hand. "Aren't we going too far, now?" So he did offer his open palm. The dirt of the ancient garden, unknowing whether still tended to or not that hugged their feet certainly wasn't a proper stage to dance, neither were they the kind of people who would; ...

The foremost thought was to follow suit, though the polished surface of his loafers nearly tripped on a stray stone. Even as he took them off, he trotted onward to catch up with you. Chasing a sun whose shine he didn't quite deserve, yet was always benevolent enough to accept ...

... casted aside as his index finger brushed the tip of his nose, flowers blooming in his stomach. "Doesn't feel that long to me since then, but it probably has been, huh?" His school days had been so, so mundane, so ordinarily heartening with you as part of it, @halfgrief.

... kinda impossible in there." At your mention, he properly perceived the situation then. Shoulders next to one another, warmth radiating close, hands that could meet with a little slither nearby—a memory of a feathery touch on his lips. "Right," his bashfulness was ...

... were more welcoming than the pristine walls of the building. Giving the fountain a glance before seating down, a silent witness to their shared moment; if only the stream was still running, it would've been breathtaking. "I just thought, I want to talk with you. It was ...

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... closed doors. "You look beautiful tonight, @halfgrief," the immersion of that genuine compliment didn't linger for long, for his face morphed into the red of shame. "I mean—! You're always beautiful! But tonight is specially different... you know?"

... outside the building. Leading the way and using his body as a shield reminded him of their first meeting. "There we go," your smile was at last returned, his eyes turning into crescents at the gorgeous look he could finally discern once everything else was muffled by ...

... enjoying the desserts were tempting, but those could be done later. "Won't you come with me?" Waiting not for your answer, he took your hand on his arm in his grasp, his free one on your shoulder. Safe and gentle, navigating them to a place quieter—the garden somewhere ...

... with the crowd around—even worse when you appeared by his side. "Sorry!" His voice was raised to rival the music and chatters of the ball. "I just arrived! This is a bit overwhelming..." Not a bit, he thought, kind of comical for it to occur right afterward. Dancing and ...

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