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he brushed his fingertips through her hair, dark as the night. a single daisy perched behind her ear.
they were talking about their future, marriage, children, tv dinners, golden retrievers and white pickett fences.
the quiet "whooshing" sound of the stream nearby could be heard in the back ground. a frog croaking, then the footsteps of a doe drinking from the stream.
a thick fog lay over the pine filled forest, frost hanging from the wood. the tips of their noses red from the bitter cold.
"i love you".
he spoke softly. she paused for a second, taking in her surroundings. it was early in the morning, well before the small town of ridgemont woke up.
she had snuck past her sleeping father to meet him.
"i love you too".
the right corner of his mouth twitched, curling up creating his signature lopsided grin.
she peered down at her wrist reading her small leather watch. "i gotta go." she said solemnly. he father would be up any minute for his early rounds at the sheriff station.
she pecked his lips softly, then grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.
"meet me" she said- her breath turning into steam.
"where?" he asked, standing.
"the rose garden".
-rose • garden-
