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Yaz laughed as she ran through a field of long grass, the weeds whacking against her skin in the cool midday heat; She came up to a clearing, a small sandy hill with a drop overshadowing Sammy's family ranch.
Sammy soon came up out of the tall grass behind her, giggling and panting.
Her short messy hair was damp from sweat and her face was flushed red as she attempted to regain her breath-
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭
Yaz thought as the air hitched in her throat.
they'd been together for almost a year and a half now, and yet every time Yaz saw her it felt like fireworks were erupting in her heart,
she was in love.
Yaz slept peacefully in the front seat of the small Italian truck, the radio softly playing in the background.
Ben heard a knock on the tiny window behind him finding Darius, covered in snow. Ben opened the window letting the cold air creep into the cabin; he put his finger to his lips and then pointed down at Yaz.
"How's she doing?" Darius whispered from the back of the truck, putting his hands inside the warm front cabin "She seems to be fine, I guess?" Ben replied "She did start crying right before she fell asleep though." Ben said wailfully, he sighed
He knew both of them so well, and the idea of them ever breaking up had never even crossed his mind, he even secretly had an entire folder with plans of what their wedding would look like! But now? He was wondering if he should chuck the binder altogether.
Darius sighed putting his hand on the back of his neck "Just tell me if anything happens." He said turning to Ben who nodded in agreement before closing the tiny window.
Ben put his jacket over Yaz and put up the heat as she began to shiver from the drop in tempature in the cabin.
"Oh fadola, how did this even happen?"
As they both lay on the soft sandy grass of the hill, hands interlocked, the sun began its descent painting the sky in a warm orange with streaks of red and yellow swirling with the clouds; it was beautiful.
"Yaz," Sammy said turning to face her, "I gotta tell you something." Her face reddening with the changing colors of the sky, Yaz turned to face her as well
"What is it?" She said, her voice quiet and low, almost as if it were a whisper.
Sammy curled her finders into Yaz's hand as a warm breeze shook the grass.
"Yaz, I love you" The words rang throughout Yaz's body like the shiny bronze bells of a church, her heart pounding to the sound of the clapper's strikes.
She still remembers how the air smelt that day, the way the grass felt, the way the wind swirled the sand around carrying the smell of smoke from the grill, the feeling of Sammy's hand in hers, and the breathtaking painted sky that always said she was gonna paint but never did-
Yaz raised her hand to Sammy's face rubbing her thumb against her cheekbone before leaning in for a kiss, it was soft and sweet, and her lips always tasted like Applewood smoke.
"I love you too"
A cold tear ran down Yaz's face as she woke-
oh right,
there was no more soft grass
No more painted sky
No more Applewood smoke
And no more soft sandy hills
Only the cold snowy Italian Alps, where no color could be found but the grays and white of winter.
A small final tear ran down her face as she drifted back to sleep.