Avalon finds it easy to draw Josh down onto the grass and snuggles into his arms. The afternoon is growing long, and the sun would be setting soon, but for now.. It's just Josh and Avalon and the spring around them. Life is blooming, leaves budding, flowers blooming.. But Avalon finds no joy in any of it as he might have usually done. He's busy trying to memorize every moment, every breath, every texture of Josh's being. He doesn't want to forget a single moment of these last few stolen moments with the last bit of his hope left.
Especially when he will be forced to finally leave.
But not yet. Not until the sun sets and the grass grows cold. They still have a little bit of time, however fleeting.
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