@lupuspaulo- MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL LIVE IN LA JOLLA * * *
Despite the dark, all encompassing, cold Gotham night, Adam felt like summer had finally arrived. She was his sunshine, after all. If he looked into her eyes too long he could still feel her hand wiping tears from his cheek, and reminisce about the sand beneath his feet as they ran along Vienna's beaches with nothing but backpacks to their name. His breath caught in his throat - he'd truly worshiped her, once upon a time.
He tried not to think about the way their hands probably still fit together perfectly, as though sculpted for that purpose. Adam held his guitar like it didn't quite fit in his lap, feeling small in her presence. How else could the lanky boy feel - she'd been his godess and muse for years before he left. It wasn't like their spontaneous adventures - because this time he left without her.
"You... you listened to it..?" he murmured, not daring to raise his voice, "you liked it?"