𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕦𝕝𝕝 (𝔹𝕎𝔸𝕄)

Under the great big oak tree, we lie next to each other, spread out like starfishes only our hands holding us together. In one hand Rory holds the roses I gave her earlier, in the other, she holds my hand tightly. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰. 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 �...