Two friends, sat in silence, shoulder to shoulder...
Atmosphere tells a story neither will tell. Fingers trace lazily, speaking a language their lips are yet to learn...
...Notebook left open, pen rolled away; writing unfinished...
...Her leg settled against his; tights against jeans. Cotton against leather as they lean in, absent-mindedly resting on one another...
...Blades of grass tickle...wind carresses...
...He leaps up, retraces his steps...her attention returns to her notebook, fingers find the discarded pen.
Romance dissolves. Normality re-emerges.
Friends again.
Her eyes abandon the page, find him metres away, sunrays dancing around him. They duck behind her book as he glances over; a retreat.
Even magic wears off in time.
Their moment, however, will prove harder to erase...
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