the early sun fell upon them as they travelled. glistened on the dewy green grass. made the sunflowers turn to her, seeking her approval.
mud stuck to their shoes. stayed in the soles of them.
their feet were tired, so very tired. but they knew they couldn't give up. step after step, ginny and adele would go. each one bringing them closer to that dream.
that dream they had spent a week travelling for. a week that was filled with the blazing sun, the muddy fields.
gorgeous. that's what it was.
depicting an illustration. a painting made from elegant colours. a pallet full of every shade. every intensity.
a gorgeous array on a blank canvas. strokes of different brushes, each one changing the blank white into a glorious tragedy.
one of many tales. one that would be spread across the pages of an old fairytale. one ending in pleasure and bliss.
that is what they hoped for; an ending of pleasure and bliss.
an ending full of each other.
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just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fanfiction[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched...
