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"I can't believe we only have two days left," I heard Sophie murmur as she sank down onto the step beside me. I gave her a small smile and leant out to get the martini she had just popped to the closest bar to get. I didn't know whether they were more lenient here but Sophie hadn't been asked for her ID as of yet. Well, her non-existent ID. Of course, it was nearly her birthday in like three months so she was close enough.

"I know," I murmured quietly as her hand came up and rested over the one not holding my drink. Smiling, I took a long drink from the glass then turned my body to face her more, bringing my hand up and burying it into the back of her hair. I could see the shimmer in her dark eyes, even in the low light as we just watched each other. I couldn't believe it had only taken me twelve days to...ya know, like this girl. I'd given up trying to determine what feeling like this made me and just decided it didn't matter because the feelings I had for Sophie couldn't be described.

Everything she did was special.

When she kissed me, I knew the feel of her lips and how she liked to be kissed. When she smiled, I felt that rush of warm swell in my chest and make me feel happy. When she would look across at me when we'd lay in bed or out on the beach under the stars, I would feel like I was part of some over played movie cliché. I'd tried a few days earlier to approach what we were to each other because then I could inquire as to what would happen when we got on that plane and afterwards. Was this just one of those holiday flings that everyone talks about in those teenager mags? The gorgeous stranger who swept them off their feet and made them feel better than anyone ever had. That was what Sophie had done to me and I'm not just being childish or stupid because that was how she made me feel.

"What are you thinking about?" She whispered quietly. My eyes found hers once more and I took in a deep breath, pulling her head forward a little so I could connect our foreheads.

"You," I replied simply. She was still watching me with those gorgeous blue orbs of hers and I could feel myself...welling up? Oh, fucking hell, Sian, don't you dare cry.

"Good stuff I hope," She responded, her gentle hands coming up to tuck hair behind my ears.

"You know you'd like me to think about particular badstuff," I teased before giving a small laugh and leaning forward to connect our lips. In that familiar way, I felt her tongue brush against my lower lip and I allowed her entrance. I didn't know how long we sat on those steps kissing but for anyone that was walking by it probably wouldn't have looked like a brief peck. When I finally pulled back, my head found the crook of her neck and rested against it.

"Babe," She hushed as her fingers laced through mine. Babe. Oh my goodness, she called me babe. She's got such amazing hands. "Talk to me," She added quietly. I let out a long breath and pulled back. I needed to get this off my chest and with some luck it would be on her mind too. Sophie was such a simply complex person who hadn't seemed to show more than happiness and embarrassment of her sister since we'd met. She was cheeky and playful but caring and kind, not stepping over the line into arrogance. It was time. Mine hand slipped away from hers and moved to my drink, bringing it up to my lips and downing it in one go. Just to take the edge off of course.

"Walk with me," I whispered as I rose to my feet and offered my hand in her direction. I could see the confusion on her face but she took my hand anyway and rose to my feet. We didn't speak for a few moments as I led her up onto the esplanade and tangled my fingers through hers. Suppose, I wasn't as against Public displays of affection as I thought I had been. I didn't care who saw me with Sophie because to be honest, who wouldn't want to be seen with a gorgeous brunette on their arm?

When we'd ventured out at night instead of staying in one of our bedrooms (now a favourite pastime of mine) people had tried to hit both of us but a jealous Sophie was rather cute when she'd get all protective and scrunch up her nose. I suppose that was another of Sophie's emotion. In the past I had really disliked people who got jealous but Sophie's hadn't surpassed my line yet as she hadn't gone so far as to beat someone up which a particular ex had done. Nob.

"Sian," She voiced finally. I blinked and looked toward her, seeing the soft expression of amusement on her features but beneath that I knew she was apprehensive as to what I had to say.

"When we get home..." I began but couldn't find the words to finish my sentence. Instead, I felt us stop and Sophie lean over, taking my other hand in hers. I let myself be turned toward her but couldn't meet her eyes. Instead I heard her breathe out deeply and lean forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Now or never, Sian, I reassured myself but before I could speak Sophie's voice was already spilling from her mouth.

"It's only a train journey away. Manchester and Southport, it's not far," She said quickly. I blinked. So she did want to see me after this? "And when I'm not working we can see each other," She said hopefully, her hands tightening around my own. She looked so elated. There was pure hope on her face that I'd agree to what she'd just said. I felt my heart swell and couldn't help it as tears began to burn my eyes. She looked so sincere. "Sian," She whispered, hands pulling out of mine so she could hold my face.

I stammered for a few moments as I felt my lips part and a feeble excuse of a voice come out.

"I'm going to university," I breathed raspily. Her face didn't change. "In Cardiff,"

I saw her face fall and felt any further words catch in my throat as her hands slipped away.

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