{flashback}
He remembers a time where he had asked her about love.
"Do you believe in it?"
"...Do you?"
"Of course."
She laughs and his eyebrows scrunch into confusion.
"It's a very you response," she explains and tips her head back to look at the endless sky.
They're at the library again, and he's finally convinced her to go onto the rooftop after arguing that no she wasn't going to turn to dust if the sunlight touched her skin and that if she fell off he'd make sure to get a picture of it (her cynical humor was sadly getting to him).
"And to answer your question, in most cases I do believe in love, just maybe not all at once."
"Why's that?" he glances upwards and tries to see what she does.
"No one's proven me otherwise."
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Waiting for Rain
Short Story"At the end of it all, sometimes people don't fall in love." - Mira and Cason, and all the things that ensue. (excuse the cliche-esque) #537 in Short Story 2.18.15
