.....We become one.

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."

— Robert A. Heinlein (Stranger in a Strange Land)

Rose's POV:

"We are going to amusement park today."

I gaped at Marienne, ignoring the drool that ran along my face as I turned at my right, pressing more into the bed.

My eyes drifted from his fully dressed laying form to the open window at his behind. The glass pane was open, allowing a generous amount of light in. The white chiffon curtains fluttered in the mild breeze- I could feel a shiver running down my body.

I looked back at him, only to find him staring down at me with a small smile. I paused for a moment and took him in, the soft chirping of the birds faded as my mind indulged in him.

He wore a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. His hair was messy- yet it looked perfect on him. Some of it fell over his forehead, making him look younger than he actually was.

A gang leader or maybe one of those bad boys every romance novel had- he looked like one of them.

He looked too handsome for someone so messed up.

"What?" I muttered groggily, it took my sleep induced brain a while to process his earlier words.

Judging from my position in the bed and the amount of pillows that rested around me, I think we did, indeed slept at this bed together.

The events slowly began to unfold themselves inside my head, one by one, like separated movie frames. It was like a distorted album inside my head.

"We are going to amusement park today..." He shot me a glowing smile, "You are going to love this."

I frowned as I rubbed my eyes, groggily, "Why?"

"The doctor said I should keep you stress free, as much as I can-" He shrugged, "I figured after your hectic day, you could use some destressing."

I let out a small groan, grabbing the fluffy pillow that separated him and me, not liking the idea of jumping and joying around. Honestly, I wanted to stay in my bed the whole day after last night's crying session, I guess that wouldn't be possible now.

Also, I couldn't help but feel nervous at the fact that he was going to bring me to the amusement park.

I had never been to an amusement park.

As a child, I had this constant fear of being hunted down- visiting a crowded place would only heighten that. The fear of being spotted by one of those men and being taken away and receive a punishment worse than death- the fear that haunt me killed me every single moment.

The fact that I couldn't bear human contact only added to my reason. I would have a panic attack even if someone touched me accidentally. I would start having flashbacks. Needless to say, I had refrained myself from visiting public places and doing what other kids of my age did.

My mama did not have the money to have me home schooled, so, I had to attend a school. Albeit it took me a couple of years to grow immune to human touches- I still did.

And by the time I had grown completely past my traumas and panic attacks- I looked back and my childhood had already gone by, leaving me to continue the achromic path.

I never had the leisure being a child. Now, when I looked back at the dreary road I left behind, it all seemed like a hoax of my mind.

It was as if I was trapped inside a dark box void of light the whole time and suddenly was released in the outer world that was full of colors and light- the joys of life.

Unfortunately, I knew how to survive in dark, I did not know how to live in light.

"You seem lost..." Marienne commented, making me look at him. I realized I was staring at a distance and it probably seemed weird.

"I was thinking...." I said as I stared into his bright turquoise eyes that was shadowed by the small strands of hair that fell over them.

He has really long lashes.

His eyes were hooded as he locked his gaze with mine and I felt my heart rate slowing down.

His stare..... it was magnetic. Like he was staring deeply into my soul, unfolding me slowly and carefully just how a flower bloom revealed it's core.

I looked away, afraid. His gaze was too penetrating, havocking- my soul felt like a naked book, laying there helplessly for him to read.

"I have never been to an amusement park-" I confessed, embarrassed.

"Neither have I."

I looked up at him, the shock must have been evident in my widened eyes because he let out a small chuckle at my reaction.

"Wait wha-"

"I grew up way too soon, you know?" He smiled sadly, "I never had the time to be a kid."

I gaped at him.

Knowing that we were alike in so many ways, knowing that both of us missed out on our childhood and knowing that we wanted to grow past the trauma we shared- it made me feel odd, but it was a positive odd.

It was almost as if..... I was not alone.

Why was it so relieving knowing that I am not a singular person in this path?

"Roseline...." I felt a warm finger on the side of my cheek. I looked up at Marienne who was staring at me with an unfathomable look, "It's supposed to be a happy day. Don't fret."

I smiled and nodded, my heart warming up at his simple gesture.

I have always wanted to go to an amusement park but never mustered up the courage to do it. Knowing that he will be accompanying me, made me feel weirdly relieved, but the knot in my stomach told me I still feared what the outcome might be.

I am not supposed to feel safe around him.

"I..." I took a deep breath, "I don't really... know how to react. I don't know if I am-"

"We don't have to go if you are uncomfortable-" He told me with an easy smile, "We can think of some-"

"No. I do want to go there but-" I gulped as I felt my hands starting to sweat, "I don't know..."

"You don't have to worry," He assured me, "If it assures you, we can take bodyguards?"

"No!" My eyes widened as I exclaimed harshly, taking him aback.

My eyes widened as I realized my overreaction, flustered, I quickly stammered out, "I mean, I want to go. I want myself to have fun without constantly having to fear people."

There. I said it.

His shock was brief, which melted into a simple look of adoration. Before I knew, I was being engulfed into his warm embrace, his addictive scent invading my senses. His arms wrapped around me, cocooning me securely.

My cheeks felt warm I felt my insides quivering.

His touches felt magical that night....

As if I was transferred to heaven.

Why did it feel so good?

I felt my heart rate picking up as I contemplated whether or not to hug him back.

How did we get here?

If I thought about it carefully, we were practically strangers, yet, we knew a lot about each other. I never thought I would connect with someone so deeply, yet I did. I did connect with him and from his gesture, I think it is safe to assume that he, too had done the same.

World works in a weird way.

"You don't have to fear people...." He whispered, stroking my back softly. The already wild heart began to palpitate furiously- making a shiver run through me.

His touch was oddly soothing- for some reason. I let out a sigh and pressed my cheek over the left side of his ribcage where his heart was.

It was humming, like a lullaby- as if it's thrum was made in with the sole purpose to put me to ease. It wasn't as furious as mine, but it was pirouetting loudly- I felt it under my skin. It was easing.

With trembling fingers and a quivering heart- I gripped the hem of his jacket tightly.

"Fearing them makes them seem stronger...." He stroked my bedridden hair softly, "They aren't stronger than you."

Suddenly an overwhelming sensation of relief and pain washed over me. An overflowing sadness- my memories all began to descend as I pressed myself into his chest.

All those times in my school I was called weak, all those times people frowned upon me hearing that I had mental health conditions- it hurled itself upon me, unleashing those awful memories.

Everything is so awful.... awful.... People are awful....

"Don't cry, Rose-" I didn't even realize I was crying until he said it. I became more aware of the wet substance that was caught up between his shirt and my cheek.

"I- I am sorry.." I sniffled, feeling too exhausted to wipe my tears, "It's just that..... Th-Thank you-" I whispered softly, my voice precarious, "Thank you so m-"

"Hush." He pulled back and looked into my eyes, his calm oceanlike eyes were hooded and shadowed by his long lashes.

"I already said, don't worry your head about this-" He smiled softly, "Get ready. We have so much to do today."

"Okay..." I wiped away my tears hastily and smiled.

"I will wait downstairs..." He touched the side of my cheek with two of his fingers- as if to calm me down.

I stared up at him as he let himself out of the bed. Throwing me another glance, he made his way out of the room- leaving me to comprehend the situation.

It wasn't long before I got ready, had my breakfast and we were heading out to the park.

Excitement and nervousness bubbled up inside me as I squirmed in my seat, glancing furtively out of the window every now and then. The weather was oddly clear today, which means hopefully more time to enjoy.

"Marienne" I called out nervously, making him glance at me through the rearview mirror, "You sure it's a good idea? I mean a middle aged man and a middle aged pregnant woman in the theme park-"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused, "You give a shit about what people think?"

I bit my lips as I looked down.

Truth to be told, it was a bit uneasy- the fact that I could receive so many stares and I wasn't exactly at the age of screaming and dancing around in a park.

I heard him sigh, "Rose... We are just going to enjoy. Do they know about the time we missed out as kids?"

I contemplated and then shook my head slowly.

It hurt, just thinking about the wasted times I left behind.....

"Then they sure as hell don't deserve to be given a fuck about. We are just going to enjoy ourselves. Who cares about our age?"

The stone that seemed to sit heavily over my heart repealed as I pondered over his words. It was the truth.

Why should we bother with people?

And it's not like adults don't go to amusement park.

"You are right," I sighed, "I am sorry."

"It's okay."

The rest if the ride was spent in silence. By 2, he pulled in to a parking lot which had an elusively decorated gate. My nerves tingled as I rolled down the window and glanced out of it in wonder.

I CAN SEE THE FERRIS WHEEL!

Suddenly, a group of excited scream resonated from inside the park- followed by a loud sound of splash. A squeal left me as I looked out in wonder.

"If I knew you would be this excited, I would have brought you here sooner-" I heard him chuckle lowly.

I looked at him, smiling ear to ear. My body buzzed in euphoria- the thirst to know the unknown gave me a rush, it was almost like the brief delirium we experienced from sugar rush.

I gave him a toothy grin as he let himself out and opened my car door letting me out.

I took a deep breath.

It smells like cotton candy!

"This is amazing!" I yelped, catching some passerby's attention. Embarrassment coursed through me as I gave them a sheepish smile and a small wave- which they didn't return.

Rude.

"Don't mind them..." Marienne must have noticed my sullen face as he eyed me with humor, "They are probably going through mid-life crisis."

"Hey!" I called out, offended, "We are in our mid-life too. Remember?"

He blinked at me for a couple of times and then burst out laughing. More people gave him looks, especially women.

I can't blame them. His laugh was mesmerizing and melodious. It was awfully contagious, I couldn't help but smile. He should do it often.

"We should go in-" I said softly.

He nodded. He took out our medicine bag and put it on- it was a micky mouse side bag.

There were three gates and three ticket counters. The price was awfully high.

As we let ourselves in, my attention was primarily caught by ice-cream and cotton candy machines that adorned either side of the wide stony path.

The park was bustling. Most of these people came with their families. Some accompanied their husbands, some came with kids and some accompanied their grand children. There were couples in matching clothes as well.

I looked up at Marienne who was assessing the infrastructure intently.

What are we?

Friends?

Acquaintances?

We didn't even know what defined us and we were set on having a family.

"Rose?"

I realized I was staring. Shyly, I shook my head and looked away.

I felt a hand grab my head gently and tilting it so that I looked at him.

He narrowed his eyes, mock curiosity shining in them, "What going inside that pretty little head of yours?"

I giggled as I shook my head.

Maybe we were better off like this. Undefined relationship- but something more than just a normal human bond.

Being close.

We didn't need tags.

He rolled his eyes. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled and I frowned, looking down.

"You need to eat. What do you want to have?" He queried.

"Cotton candy?" I suggested, "I haven't had one in years."

He rolled his eyes for the second time.

Why did he look like a young Marlon Brando plus the carved stubble?

My heart began to flutter as I fidgeted, unsurely.

"Cotton candy is not a proper food-" He huffed, "All those sugars-"

"Which are-" I cut him off, clearing my throat, "Carbohydrates and it's food as long as it can produce ATP."

He looked astonished for a moment, and then slowly nodded, "Okay. But how do you know about ATP?"

I huffed as I rolled my eyes. "Books?" I asked sarcastically.

"You went to a culinary school-" He pointed out as we stopped in front of a cotton candy stall that was painted in bright rose pink.

"So? I can't read books?" I raised an eyebrow, offended.

"No it's not-" He groaned, "Forget I said anything."

I ignored him as I eyed the menu. The addictive smell of caramel stirred something within me, I stared at the colorful clouds with hunger.

"The pink one and the green one please!" I ordered, feeling cheerful.

This place was stupendous! I was really shocked at the amount of people that were here! The familiar rush of euphoria ran down my body as I felt myself getting more and more eager as the time passed by.

After finishing our cotton candy, we headed to the rides. Marienne didn't want to have them, but I requested him- which he couldn't refuse.

He ended up having the blue one.

"Which one do you want to try first?!" I asked, not being able to contain my excitement.

"Whichever you would-"

"Rollercoaster!" I exclaimed.

I wanted to try a rollercoaster ever since I was a child. I remember being really disheartened whenever one of my peer would come to the class after a Sunday and claimed to ride it- it was the most exciting ride, according to them.

Even the movies seemed fun.

Marienne's face ashen immediately as his eyes widened. I frowned at him, "Why are you giving me that look?"

"Can we ride something else?" He asked nervously, glancing around.

"No."

"Oh.." He muttered, "Okay we will do it. But only once okay?"

I rolled my eyes as I took in account of his nervousness. I reached out and clasped his hand firmly, giving him reassuring look, "Don't worry! I will be there with you! I understand it's your first time and-"

"It's your first time too..."

"-It's completely normal. I will let you sit in the middle if it helps?" I blinked.

He let out a shaky breath, "It still looks frightening."

"Oh come on!" I complained, "Please? We will ride the mini one, the one that doesn't have a lot of jumping up and downs!"

Who am I kidding, even if I wanted to let myself on the bigger one, the authority won't let me. I had to settle for the mini trainlike one.

He eyed me for a while, obviously not liking the idea, but then nodded anyway, making me smile brightly.

"Don't get your hopes high-" He mumbled as we began to walk to the ticket counter jollily, "I will come down if it gets way too... aggressive."

Our turn came thirty minutes later. By that time, I was internally jumping up and down in excitement. Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I eagerly waited for the rollercoaster to descend.

Marienne on the other hand, had been really quiet throughout the whole ordeal.

This rollercoaster wasn't even high! It was like a mini train ride, I didn't want to take the risk to ride a full rollercoaster because it might harm my baby.

"Don't fret..." I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, "You can do it!"

"Thanks..." He mumbled, not tearing his eyes from the ride.

We were called by our ticket numbers. We were strapped as we let ourselves into the hard seat, Marienne sat in the middle, me at the corner and some random guy and his daughter at his other side.

"I am so excited!" I yapped happily, "This is the best day of my life!"

Marienne only took my hand and gripped it tightly. His hand was cold.

Staccato of tingles ran down my body as I felt my brain release a hoard of happy hormones. I could feel my heartbeat under my ribcage as the engine of the car came to life. I tingles under my palms and toes. I clenched my toe thumb to calm my nerves down.

This is so exciting!

My heart rate ascended along with the car, my nerves tightening. I willed myself not to glance down.

A glance at my side told me Marienne was not looking forward to it- he wasn't looking at all.

His eyes were clenched shut, his skin a ghostly shade of white. It was cute.

"Marienne" I whispered, my voice clogged up from anticipation, "Open your eyes."

He hesitated and the next moment his eyes fluttered open and-

Suddenly, the car descended. It felt fuzzy and it felt like I was floating at the zero gravity. I let out an excited shriek as the train went on full speed on the zigzag path- I couldn't even feel my breath.

Then something really unexpected happened.

Marienne let out a frightened scream.

The dad and his daughter looked at him in annoyance, the fact that a grown up was screaming at a child, old people and pregnant women friendly ride somehow bothered them.

Marienne looked at me helplessly, a stare that begged to let him out.

I let out another shriek as the car took a sharp turn, feeling jittery.

"This is awesome!" I exclaimed happily as the train slowly came to a stop. A guard came in and undid our clasps.

"It was bullshit..." Marienne looked disoriented, for the first time since I met him. He clutched his head and sighed, "Let's not do it again?"

"Okay-" I nodded thoughtfully, "Let's do the huge one when we come next time!"

He only gave me a look.

However, his sullen look did nothing to sway my joyance. I felt even more hyped as I eyed the rides. I felt free, so free for the first time. I was willing to try every ride.

The next hour was spent trying most of the rides. We got into the train, the horseback rides, the swaying boats. There weren't many people so it was fairly easy for us to get quick access. Although some people did give us looks- we just ignored them.

"Come!" I grabbed his hand and led him to the ferris wheel happily. No matter how many rides I tried, The Ferris wheel had my attention the whole afternoon and I couldn't wait to get on it! It was huge!

"Slow down..." He reprimanded softly, but I could hear the smile in his voice. I let out a chuckle as my body buzzed with brio.

My happiness was short lived as I noticed the bustling crowd in front of the ticket counter. The mini rollercoaster didn't have as much crowd.

Sparks of fear shot inside me as I gulped- eyeing the counter. If we wanted a ride, we had to get through them.

I had no other choice but to.... be touched by them....

"Roseline?" Marienne called softly, stepping beside me. I didn't realize that I had let go of his hand.

"Are you cold? You are sha-" He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes drifted to the direction my eyes were settled.

Realization seemed to have dawned upon him as his eyes settled in a hard look. His jaw clenched, he was clearly not happy with whatever revelation he had.

I was becoming colder by moment- maybe it was the fear of people, maybe it was the fear of being touched. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant, the dark feeling crept up my heart as it shadowed my being in nubilous dowie.

My thoughts were broken by something heavy and warm being draped over me. I glanced down to find Marienne's jacket around me.

He wrapped an arm around me, a determined look crossed over his features as he led me slowly to the counter.

"Take deep breaths, you are okay...." He whispered soothingly as he stroked the side of my arm slowly.

For some reason, his touch was relaxing- it was like a music to my body. I casted my head down as he carefully led me through the crowd. I could feel the heat that radiated of them, I could hear their voices- I could make out some of their glances toward me.

It was unnerving, my soul felt like a spindrift, yet- I was surprised at how well I held up.

"You are safe..." He assured me as his grip tightened slightly. I could feel my heart beating in my throat as we stopped near the counter. He bought two tickets and led us to the waiting area.

The waiting area wasn't as huddled as the front- relief coursed through me as I looked around, finally mustering up the courage.

"Are you okay?" Marienne queried with concern. I sighed and nodded, giving him a small smile.

"I guess I wasn't as comfortable as I thought I was with people...." I muttered, feeling miserable, "I guess I was wring..."

"Hey," I glanced up at him- he was assessing me with what seemed like admiration.

"You were so brave out there, I am proud of you."

For a moment, it seemed like my whole body had a heart beat, everything seemed to throb pleasurably- the kind of pleasure that gave one a rush of euphoria.

I couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling proud of myself. His words had a fascinating impact over me- was it his voice? or the fact that how honest he sounded? Nonetheless, it still had an effect over me, a positive effect.

He returned my smile as he led me to the ferris wheel. Although, I thought being in a confined space with him would bother me, it actually didn't. Moreover, I was enjoying my time with him.

The carriage began to ascend slowly, my excitement grew as moments passed by. Marienne sat at the opposite side of me, looking out of the window. He too, seemed taken aback by the view that slowly unraveled in front of us.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I whispered as the carriage went up, revealing more of London, beyond the park. The houses seemed small, the roads were busy- I even noticed a small fountain nearby.

The Big Ben held it's head up proudly as it glowed in neon lights. The evening was falling.

"It is..." He agreed, "Rose, did you enjoy today?"

I grinned widely as I nodded vigorously, "I did! Thank you!"

He smiled softly, "I am glad."

"We are going to the photo booth next!" I announced cheerfully.

He rolled his eyes, as if exasperated by my idea, even though I knew he was far from being annoyed.

"To take photos?"

I nodded.

Soft breeze started to blow as I felt the carriage sway slightly. We were at the top- I could see the clouds and the tall buildings. It was truly mesmerizing.

"Marienne?" I called out unconsciously.

"Hm?"

"Let's come back here again.... next time with our son." I suggested softly. He tore his gaze from the window and looked at me, awe shining in his eyes.

A moment passed by as neither of us spoke, we only stared at each other as the ride went in motion, sounds fading into the background.

He nodded slowly, as if jolting up from his reverie, looking away.

The ride descended slowly, the rest of it spent in silence. Still, I felt oddly calm, relieved even- as if my soul had just taken a submerge into the ocean water.

We got down once the carriage came to a halt. Marienne took my hand in his- leading me out.

"Now the photo booth?" I asked hopefully.

He sighed and nodded, "As if I have a choice."

I smiled toothily and dragged him to the photo booth next to the counter. It was small, so he had to lean a little bit to get inside.

"I hate it..." He grumbled as he tried to adjust himself inside the square box. I laughed as I followed him in, closing the curtain behind me.

The place was congested, a bit humid and dark- but still it was better than most photo booths. I reached out and turned on the light beside me.

Marienne squinted as the light filled the square cabinet. In front of us, there were buttons and a small screen that allowed us to see our shots before printing them out.

"Do you have a coin?" I asked.

"Uh-" He stuffed his hand inside the pocket and rummaged through it, frowning as he did so.

I rolled my eyes as I realized that he probably doesn't have one.

"Rich people.." I muttered as I pulled a couple of coins from my jeans pocket, inserting one. I pressed the start button and set the timer 5 seconds apart for 3 photos.

I had plans with him.

He stared at me, offended, as the camera took it's first shot.

I pursed my lips at the camera and gave him a nudge as I urged him to make a face. He just looked at me, bored and the camera took it's second shot.

"You are no fun," I sighed as I smiled brightly at the camera, "Come on smile!"

He looked at the camera and smiled- although it looked forced, as if he was posing for a mugshot.

The camera took the third one and three printed photos came out.

"Here.." I handed them over to him, which he took and stuffed in his pockets.

"Now we are going to try something fun..." I reached out behind him where headbands of several designs were displayed. I picked two micky mouse ones and handed one to him.

He seemed mortified as he stared at it.

"There is no way in hell I am ever going to wear that!" He exclaimed defensively.

"Come on! It's not like someone's going to see it ever!" I requested as I adjusted mine, "Besides, when was the last time you had fun?"

He gave me a blank look.

"See? You are boring. Try to indulge yourself in some activities that requires human emotions," I suggested kindly.

"I do not need activities that require human emotions. They are overrated."

I rolled my eyes, throwing some coins into the machine and setting the dial as before. I snatched the headband, noticing his reluctance. He protested silently but complied anyway when I finally put it on.

"There!" I smiled, tucking a few strands out of his forehead. My eyes traveled to his eyes.

We locked our gaze as he stared at me intently- unfathomable emotions shining inside his eyes. I felt daunted, yet hypnotized.

It felt like his soul was calling out to me, reaching deep inside me. For some weird reason, I didn't only see Marienne, no, I could also see all those that hid underneath.

His broken pieces, his elusive exterior, his demons, his flaws and beauty- him.

The human that hid underneath his beast.

My gaze traveled to his lips, the heady reminder of that night-

I heard a snapping sound which jolted me awake from my daydream. I looked away, embarrassed.

"So let's pose for our next photo.." I muttered, "Why don't you try to smile? Let's do a bit more natural this time-"

I glanced at him, only to find him staring at me.

I looked at the camera and smiled- a brief glance at the screen told me he was still looking at me.

The camera made a snapping sound.

"Smile.." I mumbled. I didn't look at Marienne, but a glance at screen told me this time he was looking at the camera with a confused look in his face.

I sighed.

The camera took it's shot, me smiling happily and Marienne looking bored.

"I am out of coins.... sorry," I smiled sheepishly as I took off my headband as I noticed him doing the same, "You didn't smile."

"I have one coin though..." He inserted something in the machine and set the timer for two seconds, not giving me the chance to be even shocked, "Smile Rose!"

I smiled brightly at the camera as he did the same and the camera clicked the final image. It was both of us smiling.

We took the image and got out of the photo booth.

"It was a nice day, wasn't it?" I sighed as I looked at our photos together.

"It was."

"Let's come earlier someday?" I pouted, "We have to back so early!"

He let out a small laugh, "We can someday."

"Rose?" I looked at him.

"Wait here." He trailed off mysteriously and took off.

I noticed him running off to a flower vendor that was at the corner and buying a single pink rose.

He jogged to me and handed me it.

The rose was fresh, half bloomed. My heart rate picked up as I softly caressed the pink petals, it was beautiful.

"A rose for a Rose..." He smiled.

Cheesy fucker.

A huge grin lit up my face as I felt moved by his humble gesture, "It is beautiful. Thank you."

He only smiled in return.

I tucked the small flower in my jeans pocket, careful not to break it in anyway as we walked out of the park.

A soft gust of breeze blew, touching both of our forms, caressing us. I glanced at Marienne, who seemed relaxed as a small smile lit up his face.

A sigh escaped me.

Even though, we were broken- even though we were like two shards of broken glasses that needed to be fixed but couldn't be glued together again, we were still holding onto our hope.

Today, after years, I felt happy. Liberated- as if I could fly if I tried. I was so caught in my happiness, I didn't even realize how happy I was.

It had been hours, but still it felt like a couple of minutes.

"I guess we still have hope..." I muttered softly as I scooted closer to Marienne, feeling light as a feather, taking out the flower and examining it. I was going to keep it.

"We do."

I smiled and then softly touched the petals of the rose.

I could only hope everyday passed like this, me and him, feeling contented..

With a heart full of happiness yet a slight disappointment overshadowing it, we made our way out of the park- the whisper of cold breeze engulfing us in it's chaotic yet calm dance.

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