( ✨closed starter : @principeandres )
“Do you remember that night we ran through Madrid?” Ágata asked, glancing over at Andrés as he walked her home. The two were in a much better place now than they had been in a while. They were at a point now where they could spend time together as if nothing had ever changed. As grateful as she was for that, the nostalgia it brought was dangerous. It made her hopeful that maybe, just maybe, their story hadn’t ended quite yet.
“We both had a bit too much wine to drink that night and thought we had lost our keys. In turn, we practically turned the city inside out searching for them only to realize two hours in that neither of us had brought any keys in the first place.” She giggled at the sweet memory, stoping in her tracks for a moment as a delicate question bubbled in her head. “Do you ever...miss those days?” When we were together, she wanted to add but couldn’t dare to. Nor did she have to, she knew he understood.








