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Hello! Sorry for this imagine taking so long. I had an idea which is the first part of this imagine then, I don't know what happened, I had another ideas and it all kind of merged into one.
And I now feel that this is all a little bit over the place. So, I'm sorry about that. This imagine is also really long, again, I apologise, if you want to read this in two sittings, feel free to do so.
Also, I'm going to hopefully publish another imagine tonight or tomorrow for you all, so get excited.
The 'Ice Ice Baby', and 'The Jock and the Musician' series haven't been forgotten about, I just haven't gotten around to writing them. But, they will come out one day. Thank you for all being patient.
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The leaves softly rustle as the fall breeze makes its way through the orchard. My boots crunch under twigs and fallen leaves as my hand intertwine's with Shawn's; slightly swaying as we go. I glance up at him with a sweet smile on my lips. He meets my adoring gaze and leans down to nuzzle his nose against mine. I laugh gleefully and hug his arm closer.
Fall was now in full swing. Scarfs and jumpers now off the hooks and on shivering bodies. The trees were adorned with orange leaves that sprinkled down upon the earth with the cool breeze. The fog in the morning was a reminder of the cold months yet to come.
As we walk along the dirt path, pumpkins lay strewn around, some carved with faces or some simply plain. Candles had been lit and re-lit when the rain fell prior. The air smelt crisp and fresh and I couldn't help but a smile at a day I found simply perfect. And with Shawn by my side was simply a bonus.
We stop by the basket stall. A lady with light grey hair tied back into a bun with loose strands falling in all directions bids a mother with two small children goodbye, who happily run towards the apple trees. We reach the stall and the lady welcomes us with a wide, gleaming smile as her crinkled eyes hold years of wisdom that meet mine sweetly.
