( she feels lighter. it's part of why she squeezes his hand back and smiles again, eyes crinkling a little at the corners, all warmth and no pretence, no appreciation for the cruelty of life and no ironic or sardonic reference to that. it's just — it's a beautiful afternoon, the sun is warm but not too hot and she's walking hand in hand with a guy she likes.
it's good. )
Hey. ( she says, soft and slow, coming to a stop just long enough to lean in to kiss his cheek. )
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it's good. )
Hey. ( she says, soft and slow, coming to a stop just long enough to lean in to kiss his cheek. )