the progress project [3]

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fiona

"fuck," she curses, hands shaking the metal bars, like they will let her in. "i wasn't even thinking about the cemetery being closed."

"i'm sorry, i totally forgot."

"it's okay," she says. she clutches the common bluebell bouquet tighter. her cheeks are numb from the cold, camel coat, scarf, and beanie not doing enough to stop her from shaking.

"i just..." he chokes out the next words as if he can't hold them back. "i just wanted to make you happy."

"christian..."

he cups her face and kisses her.