She sat on the front steps, staring at the yard. The wind brushed bumps across her skin as she watched the sun hide behind the horizon. If only she could do the same. Fiddling with her shoe laces, she watched the same wind caress the lawn outside. He should probably mow it soon, though tonight felt like the wrong time to ask.
The door creaked open behind her, and the hairs on her neck stood up. For some reason she didn't bother to look. She could only expect one person to come through that door. He didn't bother to say anything, as he sat down six inches from her. Normally he sat around two, but two inches didn't feel right tonight. Finally, after they both stared at the yard they knew by heart, they glanced at each other. Searching each other's eyes, they smiled.
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