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You sit under your childhood tree, The bursting fireworks lighting up the sky, memories of you and your friends running across the tree before the fireworks set off into the sky. You snapped back out of your daydream as you felt his hand glide across your hand.
You smiled lightly and gripped onto his hand, lights going off as you heard the bombs of color stretching across this plain of happiness.
You felt a head hit your shoulder, you didn't mind it much, you were just focusing on the sky.
You felt little nuzzled against the crevice of your neck. Tonight is going to be wonderful.