wristalies
smolmie
This was nice. Chloe felt Max's grip tighten on her arm, a nervous pressure matched with a trust she wouldn't have thought still existed between them. Nodding along, she led them up the slanted hill, the rush of pine trees becoming a familiar scent and sound. "Almost there." Chloe promised, biting her lip and carefully guiding Max up the steps. She took a couple more measured steps and then stopped, moving the girl next to her ever so lightly. With a broad grin, she nudged Max. "Open." She managed. It was the lighthouse, of course. Their lighthouse. And they were facing a gorgeous sun over the water's edge.