Looking out at the sunset from the porch swing, she takes a deep breath before talking, "Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war" He looks over from his side of the swing with confusion in his stare "You never tasted like heartache and war to me, to me you smelled like flower and sunlight and peace. Always." A blush crept up her neck, causing her cheeks to burn "thank you." she whispered before leaning into him, her head falling between his neck and shoulder. With a smile, she kissed the spot, whispering onto his skin, "thank you."
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Snippets, Prompts, and Other Fun Things
KurzgeschichtenThis is just a collection of writing and snippets that have no story to them, basically the only writing I've done in years.
