You were drawing a picture in your sketchbook under the bridge with Bachira,him leaning his head against your shoulder as the orange sunset hue shines under the both of you

“You know I love you,right Megs?”

his eyes widened as he looked back up at you,thinking he misheard you,he asked you..

“What? You love me? Really? Like,actually?”

his lips slowly turning into a smile,small tear forming in the corner of his eye