"It's just - I know it's time. Right? It feels like time. To me. But...but is it too fast? It's only been a year."
Alfred's voice is timid but distinct in the dark - an unexpected sound in the graveyard, lit by the waning light of the moon. It isn't the first time he's come out here, but usually he isn't caught in the act, sitting on the ground, leaning upon and talking to Solin's headstone.
"I know I should trust myself here, but...but this is big. I'm afraid to mess it up."
He tilts his head back, shutting his eyes and basking in the night as he thinks.
"What should I do? And what do I even say to Georg?"
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When love is inside you....
Date: 2022-01-23 10:31 pm (UTC)Alfred's voice is timid but distinct in the dark - an unexpected sound in the graveyard, lit by the waning light of the moon. It isn't the first time he's come out here, but usually he isn't caught in the act, sitting on the ground, leaning upon and talking to Solin's headstone.
"I know I should trust myself here, but...but this is big. I'm afraid to mess it up."
He tilts his head back, shutting his eyes and basking in the night as he thinks.
"What should I do? And what do I even say to Georg?"