the recovery project [2]

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fiona

"fiona?"

"yes?" she moves her head from his chest, their hands still clasped together as they sway back and forth. they've been doing this for nearly 30 minutes, and she doesn't want to stop— ever.

"thank you for taking me tonight."

fiona looks outside at the city, the lights illuminating the pitch black sky. they're maybe seven stories high, but she has a good view of all the beauty below her. "i wish you could see this."

he nudges his nose against her cheek and his voice comes out in a pained murmur. "i wish i could see it, too."