| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
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“What year is it?” I ask, and he rolls to face me.
“3076,” he responds, lifting his hand to trail it along the side of my face. He smiles softly at me, moves closer to me and hugs me tight. I smile in his hold, because it feels safe, and familiar. It’s that feeling and that feeling alone that I remember.
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06.07.09