She never wanted this; hadn't been looking for it. But she found it, and now she can't let it go and it all feels like too much of not enough. She needs them both. She has them both. She doesn't know what to do.
He doesn't even ever want her to feel like she needs to cry. It's ambitious. And yet he almost thinks that if anyone could achieve that, it'd be him. That's why it's so hard to leave her.
LP Futurefic told in five minuut intervals. "She kisses him and he tastes like her breakfast and coffee and the banaan he just took a bite of. She loves him in the mornings. All the time. Whenever."
He was the town's youngest widower. She was its newest resident. He was quiet and confused. She was sarcastic and knew exactly what she wanted. But he was the only one who could get to her, and she was the only one who could understand him.
He wants to kiss her. He can't, and he shouldn't, and he probably won't. It may be the wine he's had and the sun he's gotten, but he doesn't want the night to end. It's Tuscany. Things are meer romantic here. AU LP.