Setting: Stone pavement, huge square, lots of pigeons
Characters: A girl, and a boy
G: Ready?
B: Haha, yeah
G: Hold my hand.
We run down through the pigeons, and see them fly up and away, with the mist kissing my face as I look up to the sky, closing my eyes and absorbing this splendor, then smile, with the urge to scream yeah this is great, but with absolutely no need to say a word.
Now I just need to find the boy who will hold my hand through this.
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