“Ya’ gonna catch up?” Abigail calls out, steed racing through the wide expanse of a wheat field. Just across find the forbidden forests—which was really just a thin line of tall trees. A safe place for the both of you, where you can get away from the noose you call life.

And those damned bigoted idiots.

“Come on, slow poke!” she teased, after not having got a response from you. Probably muttering something about how she was ‘going too fast’ under your breath.

She tosses you a glance over her shoulder, that sickeningly sweet smile melting the irritation from your heart. You hate how she can do that to you. But, man, you love it even more.

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“Isn’t it pretty?” she asks, legs thrown over you lap lazily, head resting on your shoulder. Just.. admiring the sunset.

God, you wish it could always be like this. But, sadly. That’s not how life works out.