(when you say you're going to publish the day after the first part and here we are two days later....oops)
FINAL PART
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Good morning or afternoon, currently it's morning for me as I write this. Anyway, I posted the first part last night and didn't finish it completely as it was nearly midnight and I was so tired.
But, here we are with the second and final part of this series and then I will get to work on the other imagines I have already drafted up.
Please give this a vote if you thinks it's worthy of one and please comment your thoughts on this imagine.
Okay, thank you so much for reading and I'll talk to you all soon xx
bye
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Dust tumbles through the air as I rummage through the attic of my recently sold home. Boxes are stacked on with lables written in a thick, black marker from when I first moved in.
The afternoon summer sun was flowing in through the small window in the shape of a circle, the sounds of birds and life just outside. I hear the sound of Shawn down below, packing up things in the living room. I grab a box that had a few pictures, birthday cards and some postcards and yell out to Shawn as I reach the ladder.
He appears with a sweat beaded forehead and bare chest, his hair that was beginning to grow rather long, pushed back with a band as he reaches up for the box I lower down for him.
"Thanks babe, I have a few more." I say as Shawn goes to place the box somewhere I was unable to see from where I'm crouched near the opening of the attic. He comes back and I grab another box. We continue this pattern until there are no more boxes and the attic was clear. I make my way down the wobbly ladder, Shawn's hands on my waist as I descend.
He puts the ladder back up and closes the hatch as I go into the living room, now basically empty except for the few boxes.
