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lake day

The sun beat down on the Lough Derg shore. Johnny, his arm still around a relaxed Shannon, caught Gibsie's eye. Gibsie, now toweling off a soaked Claire, gave him a tiny, covert nod. The agreed-upon five minutes of false peace were up.

Fading Light

You saw him leaning against the bench behind the school gym, hood pulled over his messy curls, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black hoodie. The second he noticed you walking toward him, he straightened a little, trying to hide the cigarette between his fingers.