our last summer. (e.m)

"you're full of secrets."
"aren't we all?"
eddie tenderly casts an embrace against my cheeks, where his thumbs caresses the skin there to ask,
"will you tell me all of them?"
"if you'd listen."
"to you? i don't think i'd ever stop."
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after a decade apart, i am finally spending my last summer with eddie munson. no more dreaming about this moment because, finally, it is here. everything that was left unsaid, left undone by us, now has the chance for redemption. even my love for him has a fighting chance.

{lowercase intended}
{does not align with s4 plot!}