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A wave of happiness reached the heart of the young woman at the sight of the man's smile. And then musical notes rose to his ear. So she sat down beside the stranger and listened peacefully to his melody. During these moments, both were dreaming, this bubble of joy gave them hope for the future. They felt that anything was possible, because this beautiful occasion reminded them that beauty is in the smallest moments, and that life is strewn with them.

The atmosphere was so peaceful that Amelia dozed off, cradled by thoughts of happiness and the jovial air that dispersed from the stranger's guitar.

When she woke up, a feeling of confusion swirled in the mind of the beautiful sleeper. Her last memories seemed too perfect, too magical for her mind, unaccustomed to the subtle beauty the stranger brought her. She stood up slowly, but the darkness had taken over the daylight, so she could hardly see her surroundings. A familiar scent rose to his nose then. That of the young man. He had stayed by her side, playing his guitar.

The flush rose to the young adult's cheeks, bringing a sense of embarrassment with him. She couldn't help but think that he had been there all this time for him. She was not wrong this time, but yet, a detail still escaped her. He had enjoyed these moments more than anything he had ever experienced. The peaceful charm that had diffused from it made him think of beautiful things, and it made him dream. After all, maybe the world had turned for him, the beautiful aspects of it were about to happen. And he was sure of it. 

Writers note                                                                                                                                                                Thank you so much for reading amelia ! I love your comments, and if you have any ideas to help me built my story i am open to them :)

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