“it’s lovely,” she said quietly, gaze flicking past the treeline. there was something gentle about the place, something that made the ache in her chest feel less sharp for half a breath. her eyes moved over the branches, the fruit tucked between leaves, and after a moment, her voice softened further. “do you make things with the apples?” adelaide’s shoulders dropped slightly, the question pulling a memory up before she could stop it. “i remember having cider with my little brother when i was younger.” a small, fragile thing settled across her face, not quite a smile, but close. it was a memory she cherished, one she wished she could hold in both hands and step back into, if only for a moment. “it was one of the sweeter things.”
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