“hey, anne.”
as he said this he slipped a flower behind her ear; a lavender one.
“how are you?”
“…”
he sighed, staring at her.
waiting for her to notice, to stare back at him,
but she didn’t.
that was when a cold breeze swept through both of them.
she started shivering.
that was when he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her frame.
“there you go, anne.”
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❝hey, anne.❞
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