He walks the rest of the way to the bus stop and almost doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to get rid of the quietness of her sitting on that bench and reading, of watchin’ her do it.
I can just see his face, staring at her, wondering over her.
This whole fic was just beautiful, and I loved the quietly gathering sense of hope, which just grows and grows throughout.
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He walks the rest of the way to the bus stop and almost doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to get rid of the quietness of her sitting on that bench and reading, of watchin’ her do it.
I can just see his face, staring at her, wondering over her.
This whole fic was just beautiful, and I loved the quietly gathering sense of hope, which just grows and grows throughout.
Lovely work.