This is my first Fanfiction, so it might not be the greatest on here, but you have to start somewhere. Also, I only have a GCSE in english lit and language, so I'm not an expert!!!! Review if possible, so i know where to improve I future

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As Shizuku and Seiji stared at the rising sun, they looked at each other and thought, will I ever spend another morning with them and feel this special. Shizuku stepped slightly towards Seiji and rested her head on his shoulders.

"I want this day to never end." Shizuku eyes glistened as she stared into the eye of the rising sun.

Seiji then place his left arm around Shizuku's shoulder and squeezed her tight as if he never wanted to let her go. He knew deep inside that he had to let her go if he wanted to accomplish is goal of being a professional violin maker.

They both looked at the mist that covered the city below. The site was breath taking. Shizuku felt a little tear streaming down her cheek. She tried to whip it away before Seiji saw. He grabbed her arm with his left hand and then with his right hand he grasped her chin and softly turned her head, so that she was looking into his gently eyes. He cleared her face with his right hand.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, while continuing to clear all the tears from her face.

"I don't know what to do while you are training. I don't know if I will be able to concentrate on my studies."

Seiji gave a warm smile to Shizuku and then just wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her ear:

"Then I won't go" When she heard these words flowing into her head, she was stunned.

"You must go. You are a fantastic violinmaker. I don't want to destroy your ambitions." She started to cry again.

"I was joking. You will do perfectly fine, I know you will. And you are a talented storywriter. So that is your goal while I train. I want to read as many books I can that you have written. I don't want to hear you saying that you are not talented, because you are."

Shizuku managed to stop cry and smile at Seiji. She whipped the final tear from her face and gave Seiji a kiss on the cheek.

"So, how many should I write then?" She asks.

"As many as you can. I will be excited to come back and read them, and I don't care how long it will take me to read them." He gave a little chuckle at the end and then they both stared at the city. The lights were going out and the birds were starting to sing their morning songs.

"Shizuku."

"Yes Seiji."

"I love you"