This is a teeny little short one
Pony's POV
I reach into my pocket and find the pebble we picked up last July. Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
Everyone tells me that the end is coming. Everyone's up to something. But I find myself running home to his sweet nothings. Outside they're push and shoving, he's in the kitchen humming, all he ever wanted from me was sweet nothings.
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face into his shoulder. He smiles but says nothing.
On the way home, I wrote a poem, he says, "what a mind," this happens all the time.
"Pony? Are you doing okay?"
The voices implore that I should be doing more, but to him I can admit,
"I'm just too soft, for all of it."
"Oh, come here hun." He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek. "It's going to be okay." I smiled.
"You're right. Thank you."
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