"i love this town." mary sighs, more so to herself than anyone. her gaze is settled on the nearby window, taking in the greenery outside the hotel room you two were sharing.

her hand lazily ran through your hair, your head sitting in her lap and soft music playing from the nearby record player; this vacation had been perfect. amazing. just the two of you, in a quaint little writing town for a week.

"it's a shame we have to leave tomorrow," she murmured, her voice low but filled with emotion. mary had fallen in love with this place; the history, the art, the people. "promise we'll come back?" her voice is no more than a whisper, filled with quiet hope.

of course you two would come back. anything to make her happy; anything to fall in love with her all over again.