𖹭.ᐟ┆—꒰ ☕️ ꒱John lennon°.ೃ࿔

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It was a sunny and quiet afternoon; the wind made your voice flow through the air. I was with John taking a walk in a park near his house, because finally, after a week, he had a day off after so many rehearsals with his band. They rarely went for walks or spent time together lately, since John didn't have as much time as he would have liked, but when he did have the chance he tried to enjoy it to the fullest. As they walked, they saw a nearby bench, so they headed towards it and sat down. John's hand reached for yours and intertwined their fingers; he did it slowly, looking away as if trying to hide what he was doing. You turned your head towards him and looked at him, noticing that John had rested his chin on your shoulder. In his right hand, he held some small white flowers. He looked into your eyes and held the flowers closer to you with that silly smile of his.

"These flowers remind me of you..." John said, looking at the flowers before turning his gaze to you.

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