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*chucks this at mel*
I D IDNT NE ED MY FEELIGNS AN YWAY SOBS

I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS FLUFF OR ANGST GDI


Maybe she loved her too much. Maybe that was bad.

They'd curled up together, limbs tangled along with their hair. A waning and a waxing crescent. A sweet birdsong interrupting bitter silence. A missing link and an unknown answer. A thriving rose bush and a burning candle.

Smiling and slightly chapped lips lightly pressed against a forehead. Short, soft fingers brushing a pale cheek. It was the little things that were the most pleasant. The loveliest to remember yet the easiest to forget.

"I don't remember what my life was like before you." One whispers, her prominent chin resting atop the other's head. She continues,
"Does that mean that someday I'll forget you? When we have to get jobs and houses and be adults?" The speaker closes her sharp eyes, her voice now shakier.
"I don't want this to be a memory. Even if it's a nice one. But I don't want to forget, either." 

Her companion's dark eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings.
"Being adults doesn't mean we can't be adults together." The brunette smiles into the crook of her partner's neck. It is not a happy smile. 
"Even if we're not heroes like we are now." She sighs, but it's woeful.

The taller of the two wraps her arms around the other, holding her not tightly, yet securely. Like if she let go it'd hurt them both. Like she'd lose something of the utmost importance.

The taller girl was choked up, trying her hardest not to let tears fall.
"You're always going to be my hero." She said softly, holding the smaller brunette close.

Even the best of memories could hurt. Even the prettiest roses had thorns. Even the most brilliant fires left scars.
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