it was long after John’s encounter with makarov, spending what felt like ages recovering in the hospital. where you two had grown strongly closer than before. so close you two realized the chemistry that was certainly obvious out in the field. This was the first date of the season, first real date. john had his guitar and gently strummed, both of you sat there in a flower field somewhere in Scotland. “We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather but we’ve got eachother and that’s even better” john sang in a light tone, where you joined with him “You don’t need the sun to keep you warm when you’ve got arms. Wishes come from you and I; and not a random shooting star. We may not have storms but the sky’s always bluee” pause, where you two looked at each other “We’ve got something special here..and what we have is you..and what we have is you” john and you smile, your head on his lap. As he leans down to kiss your lips.