You and Lucy Gray are casual. Well in your mind, you had been casual.

You had fallen in love with her, your dalliance with the other girl forming into you catching feelings for the brunette. However, you were worried she didn't feel the same.

Lucy Gray was absolutely, irrevocably in love with you. Your gorgeous hair, the way you batted your eyelashes at her. The way your eyes fluttered close and your lips pouted out whenever she teased you. She had fallen in love with you, your body, your mind, your soul, and nothing would ever be able to change that. However, Lucy Gray was worried you wouldn't return her feelings.

The two of you sit in the meadow, skirts tangled together as the other girl lays in your arms. She's busy, braiding some of her hair, and placing small flowers in it.

You feel at peace, as you match Lucy Gray's breathing. The other girl notices this, giggling.

"Are you trying to match my breathing? You dummy," she hums, giggling as she smiles.