A/N: I should never promise when I'll update because even if I'm doing nothing (which I have been for about four weeks) I'm such a lazy fuck that I'll find a way to put it off. As an apology, I'm giving you a few chapters today. They're all relatively short but I hope they're okay.
Jess loved to sing. Sam was horrible himself, a fact she had only found out after she'd dragged him to karaoke one New Year's Eve. She was mortified after, but got over it pretty quickly with many apologies from Sam. She sang everywhere; in the car, on the way to class, while she was baking, there was barely a moment she wasn't humming some tune or another. Sam loved listening to how she could shape the melody any way she wanted and how she managed to hit every note perfectly. Those would become some of the moments he would treasure the most after it all crashed and burned around him.
One song he always loved hearing was Wild Mountain Thyme. He wasn't sure why; it was hardly the classic rock he had practically been raised on. There was just something about the lyrics, and the way she sang them, that resonated with him. Every time he heard it, it just gave him an overwhelming sense of hope. Summer was coming. Everything would be alright.
After exams had been and gone in his third year, Brady and a couple of his other friends decided they wanted to go away camping in the mountains, and that they wanted to drag Sam and Jess along with them. They hadn't complained much, not really, because they both needed a break and it might be nice to get away from it all for a while, despite how strange Brady had been acting lately. Maybe the holiday would help him.
It was on the second to last day when Sam found it. He'd researched the purple plant after Jess had first discovered the song so he knew it immediately when he spotted it nestling in a corner by some rocks. He ran over to the bush and grabbed a few, jumping when Jess asked him what he was doing. He grinned sheepishly and turned round, holding the flowers loosely in his hand. A thought occurred to him and he took one and tucked it into her hair above her ear. The purple stood out starkly against her blonde hair and made her blue eyes look almost violet in the early morning light. She smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him deeply. It seemed perfect – almost, as their friends climbed out their tents and started whistling and yelling at them to 'get a room'. In that moment, though, Sam didn't care; he was just happy to be with her on that mountain.
And even years later, whenever he saw some wild mountain thyme, he would remember, and he would smile.
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