Ophelia dragged her suitcase through the doors of the train station, aching for a cigarette after the twelve hour train ride back to the city she loved. But, before she could wheel herself over to the benches overlooking the river to dig her lighter from her purse, she saw him standing there with a single sunflower.
"Hey." he called when he saw her too.
"Hi." she whispered, dropping her suitcase to the pavement.
The kiss that followed was a summer's worth of anticipation made tangible. His lips felt so right against hers after the months of dreaming.
"I missed you." he said.
"I love you." she said.
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