He whined a bit when the bag was tossed next to him, but stuck his hand in and ate a few fries. The picture in question was one of them right before they left. Ely was on his back, smiling. Gregor was mid stride, looking back at Ely, as if there wasn't a care in the world. It was a picture of when they were happy. In the corner, something is written. It reads: I wish I could come home.
Then, his eyes looked to hers. No more looking away when things got serious. "For us? That's not up to me. Your a woman of your own. You make your own choices. If I remember right, you once told me that you are sick of people making choices for you. So, I'll let you make your own choices.
Us? Is completely up to you. But, I do want you to know something. Wh- When I saw you, standing in my kitchen. My heart soared. I didn't think I'd ever see you again. What happened that day..Everything.. Look, Ely, Put it this way. Take you away, and I am nothing. Literally. Nothing. I don't think I can survive without you there. When we were on the couch, the day we met again. Right before we stopped, and the sun hit you, You were glowing. And it wasn't the sun. It made me realize, again, that I have the world. The world in a pair of amber eyes." He said, and took a deep breath. He wasn't crying, and he didn't expect her to. He just needed to let her know. His eyes never left hers.
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