[Two trips sounds pretty far out of their league but... its a thought that still lingers nicely. Imagine a world where they had that kind of time...
The return of her hand draws his attention completely to her and -
and she draws the breath out of him as if its the last one he'll ever have. Words he wants to answer pile up behind his tongue - and not a single one surfaces to make sense. Not even his grandfather's poetry comes to mind. Tender his thumb strokes her cheek.]
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The return of her hand draws his attention completely to her and -
and she draws the breath out of him as if its the last one he'll ever have. Words he wants to answer pile up behind his tongue - and not a single one surfaces to make sense. Not even his grandfather's poetry comes to mind. Tender his thumb strokes her cheek.]
You're welcome, Hana Song.