Rightful Owner

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“Baby we are here” Forth as he guide Beam out of the car to a nearby bench.

Beam was just relaxed at first only to burst out crying a minute later he was seated on the bench, that made Forth startled and immediately took off Beam's blindfold  and engulfed him in a hug.

Honestly Beam don't even need a blindfold . He figured the place the moment he was  seated.
Plus the soft  ground that is hugging his shoes as he walked by, plus the distinct smell of the grass in this chilly  night were more than enough to confirmed his guess.

 Plus the soft  ground that is hugging his shoes as he walked by, plus the distinct smell of the grass in this chilly  night were more than enough to confirmed his guess

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“Why did you brought me here?” Beam who was clearing his crying face as be faces Forth

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“Why did you brought me here?” Beam who was clearing his crying face as be faces Forth.

“Today is special, and so I decided to bring you to our special place. Do you hate this place now?” Forth is hopeful that Beam has not grown to hate this place.

“Stupid! Not in a thousand years! I was just overwhelmed, the last time we are here wasn't really a good memory, suddenly I just remember that day.   ” Beam  answered honestly.

“The truth  is I was always here Beam, during night when there are less students and especially when I misses you too much. The guards still knew me so they let me in.

This is where our stories started  and all those other special moments too. Sadly, this is also where we broke up. Sorry for creating a bad memory of this place for you Beam”  Forth who touches both of Beam's crying cheeks.

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