tinder hearts

{ six }

❝ okay. i will go. but only if you will give me your guilt to take with me. ❞ - i heart you, you haunt me, lisa schroeder

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he is sitting under an overcast sky with the soft, grainy sand all around him, and in front of him, the ocean with its waves meeting the sand and his feet. he still sometimes feels her prescence with him, times like now. this was them, how they met, why they met. 

he can picture their feet in the right spot where the waves met the shore, and their feet. 

she was wearing shoes, he remembers. black, now a faded brown, converse, with the laces tight and dangling off the sides. she had a checkered purple and white anklet on, her socks were blue. her hands were keeping themselves busy, covering then uncovering her wet shoes with sand.

he joined her, then.

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she is lying in a field with the early, early morning sun upon her, the scattered clouds above her. her eyes are closed, her fingers plucking the strings of daisy (her all acoustic guitar), and her thoughts going beyond anywhere.

she is strolling down memory lane, and finds herself at the door with a key in hand. the key unlocks, she turns the doorknob. she is in.

he's there, kneeling at her bedside with a box of tissues and a bottle of robitussin, sporting an apologetic, yet cute small smile. these are for you, he said. thought i should drop by and be a good person.

she was too sick to laugh at the time, or else she would have. thanks, she remembers saying. you can leave them there, i don't want you to get sick, too.

but he pulled back her covers and slid in with her.

finding nemo? he asks. i am more than ready to watch.

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a/n: dedicated to micromedusa because she's the queen of compliments.