they walked through the fields, the mud, the gravel. in the sun, the rain, the cold. morning, and even night.
they walked.
their bags, while filled to the brim, felt light as air. like a burden had been lifted off their shoulders from just being away for a few days.
they could only imagine what it would be like for the eternity that was to come.
every day waking up by each other, only them. always just the two of them; in each other's embrace.
berries in the morning from the bush outside their cottage. picked every so often, allowed the chance to grow.
the cottage they would build, doing it together. creating a home where they could be with each other. safe.
that's what they would be; safe.
in the afternoons, picking the lemons from the tree on a hill nearby. squeezing them into a fine pulp. stirring in sugar and water.
something so sweet and sour at the same time. the perfect example of them.
setting a patterned blanket in a clearing of green grass. laying by each other, looking at the clouds.
they would point and laugh at the cotton in the sky. the sky wouldn't be so daunting anymore filled with the pictures of imagination.
they would walk in the flower fields, hand in hand. maybe they would run after each other, dresses swaying in the wind.
red hair pulled into a tight braid, intertwined beauty. white hair tucked behind adele's hair.
they would do whatever they wanted. they would run, laugh, dance, smile.
they would do it all with each other. side by side.
hand in hand.
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just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fiksi Penggemar[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...
