Admit It

epilogue

there are tears on my keyboard right now. tears and butterflies. thank you

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A soft laugh left her lips as Camila pulled down the train window, a cool August breeze blowing through her dark hair.

"You're not supposed to do that!" Shawn said, though he still smiled, letting the breeze relax his curls from the state they were in after Camila ran her fingers all through it. He knew she loved his messy hair.

"It's not like they can kick us off the train now!"

"It's been three minutes since we left the station, they probably still can."

"But I already paid for it, and they're not going to give up their precious cash- these tickets are expensive!"

The only bad thing about the not too big, not too small train that ran from through the picturesque meadows in between the edge of Springside Hills to a few minutes away from the field in Strawberry was that it was aimed at tourists and only ran once a week on Sundays, leading the tickets to be insanely expensive. They would only take it once, to go from Springside to Strawberry, mostly to celebrate Shawn's nineteenth birthday which had been yesterday, and take a subway from Strawberry back to their city. They would deal with Camila's car in Springside tomorrow.

"Besides, nobody is back here anyways," Camila said. The train had a separate cart for the people who were taking the ride from a town near Springside to a little further past Strawberry, which was far more popular. While they could hear the chatter of the people in the cart in front of them, they were alone in their own.

Shawn sighed. "It's already beautiful. Even more so when you can just stare from the train outside at the world, without even a window to block you."

Sitting down from where she stood trying to place her hand out the window, Camila raised the arm rest and laid her head against Shawn's chest, letting her run his fingers through her hair like she had through his minutes earlier. She curled her knees to her chest, the tips of her white sandals with just a bit of heel brushing the velvet seat.

"That reminds me of a piece of poetry I wrote back in December. I mean, it's not really that similar, but still." Yesterday they had talked about how December felt like ages ago to them now, and how their one year anniversary was slowly approaching.

"Everything I say reminds you of a piece of poetry you've written, Camila," he joked.

"They're all about you," she said, looking up at him, making him gasp every so slightly at her words, "so it makes sense."

"Can I see the one you're talking about?"

"Of course," she said, reaching over to her backpack on the ground of the seat she was supposed to be sitting in. When she began speaking again and the yellow notebook that she loved so much slowly started to lose its purpose, she started using it as her poetry notebook. As she leaned over to get the notebook from her backpack, Shawn pulled his guitar from its case, which was the only thing he'd brought to the trip. She opened the notebook to the page she was talking about.

Shawn strummed the guitar a few times until he found the chords he liked while he read the poem, which read almost exactly like lyrics. He plucked a few notes along the chords he chose and hummed a few melodies. Still humming the first melodies, he looked up at Camila, telling her with his eyes, Go on. I know you can sing.

She closed her eyes and swayed to the simple, but beautiful and comforting, guitar before closing her eyes and leaning on his shoulders. She already knew the words by heart.