[ For the first time since she left, he sleeps well.
They make their way to the Waterfront the next evening. If the locals stare at them on the way, he doesn't notice. There's sandwiches, along with some abominably cheap wine. They sit and watch the water lap against the old wooden docks and derelict boats.
It's beautiful, just like she promised.
Even more beautiful is the way the fading light plays against her skin as they watch the sun slip beneath the horizon.
Some days later, he leaves her a gift - a little copper pin for her traveling pack, the metal carefully shaped into the shape of a sun burst, burnished bright. ]
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They make their way to the Waterfront the next evening. If the locals stare at them on the way, he doesn't notice. There's sandwiches, along with some abominably cheap wine. They sit and watch the water lap against the old wooden docks and derelict boats.
It's beautiful, just like she promised.
Even more beautiful is the way the fading light plays against her skin as they watch the sun slip beneath the horizon.
Some days later, he leaves her a gift - a little copper pin for her traveling pack, the metal carefully shaped into the shape of a sun burst, burnished bright. ]