[ he begins walking and she watches his back stray from her. it's a strange contemplation, a quiet thought that strays through her mind — after all this time. she steps upwards and onto the fountain's edge, bringing her hands outward for that same, aforementioned balance.
her dusty boots trail behind him, careful, though wobbling slightly with every few blocks of stone. her reflection glances up at her from the water and the sun's heat blends into a night's touch, wind softly finding the damp patches on her back the day left behind. ]
Sometimes it feels like we aren't meant to.
[ she stops, tilting her chin backwards to look at the expanse of stars clearing against the darkness. ]
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her dusty boots trail behind him, careful, though wobbling slightly with every few blocks of stone. her reflection glances up at her from the water and the sun's heat blends into a night's touch, wind softly finding the damp patches on her back the day left behind. ]
Sometimes it feels like we aren't meant to.
[ she stops, tilting her chin backwards to look at the expanse of stars clearing against the darkness. ]
But there's something special about tonight.