"Look, it's the digger!" Ross points upwards with his free hand and laughs. We're laying on the second floor of the "You're Turning Into John Wayne" music video building. I smile, one hand behind my head and the other interlocked with Ross'.
"Where am I?" I ask Ross, blissfully.
He turns his head to face me- it's him, it's really him. My Ross. My glowing ball of ginger.
"Heaven," he smiles warmly, and I tingle inside. "For real, this time."
And with that, he leans forward and gently brushes his lips with mine, and I spend the rest of eternity in that moment, clutching his hand and gazing through the roof.
The End.
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The Past Keeps Following Me
FanfictionAfter a tragic incident, Sam must adjust to this new life. But will he and his friends ever be able to put the past behind them? warning: emotions oops also this story is dedicated to myles happy birthday man 16/06
