Walking home through an empty, early-morning town is the perfect time to tell someone close how much they mean to you. Lightning Dust desperately wishes that she could, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't figure out how to tell Fiddlesticks that she loves her.
Written for The Red Parade
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Two stories in a day is an accomplishment lol
That was fast.
hell yes I love them so much, this was excellent! Thank you for it!
There is such a story around this, this is just a beautiful snapshot of it.
Can't resist a little heart tugging. Lovely story, Priest.
Fiddledust.