"What do you think of when you hear my name?" she asked. They were lying in bed again, talking. Like they did every night.
"I think about smiles and laughs, caramel frappés and skinny mocha cappuccinos, vinyl records and rock music, sunshine and rain, the first flowers of spring and the first leaves that fall, the first thaw and the first frost, the world and how it stands no chance against you, and..." he paused, eyebrows creasing together in the middle.
"And what?"
"I think of dirt."
"Dirt?" she deadpanned, but she couldn't hide the fact that she wanted to laugh with that smirk on her face.
"Yeah..." he smiled at the ceiling and closed his eyes, "dirt."
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De Todo• a girl who listens to vinyl records, fights fire with water, and heals everything she touches • • a boy who loves classic rock, plays with matches, and burns everything that tries to douse his fire. You can't always fight fire with water, or fir...
