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George smiled, a faint upwards tug of his lips. “I did,” he hummed. “And you said yes, and we danced….” He reached out and took her hand, pulling her close to his body. “And I felt like the whole world had melted away and was you and me and you were my moon and my stars.”

_{she moved against george’s chest, their fingers intertwining. no place safer than here, in his arms. ❝—- if i am your moon && stars, i hope you’ll be the night sky that holds me. ❞ hand rested against his cheek, fingertips caressing the lines of his face, touching the tiny scars that speckled his skin. she could remember so vividly when they were still a recent shade of pink.}