@ollieshunt
Lydia’s heart beat is out of control, she is running as fast as her legs will take her. She and one of the other captures made this arrangement weekly. Oliver Hunt. The name plays a cute little harp in her mind, the boy she teased, the boy who teased her, the one she grew with and was now stuck as a monstrosity with. She crouches down near some trees, “Oliver? Ollie?” She whispers lightly. No answer. She rolls her eyes “Stubborn headed boy.” She mutters under her breath but loud enough for him to hear.
Ollie feels himself follow her, wanting to keep kissingbher. But as she speaks, he feels a grin form over his face. “Lead the way then.” He reaches down to grab the clothing she dropped, not wanting tonforget it later
She paces over the hill, her hand intertwines with his. She looses her footing and starts rolling down the hill, upon reaching the bottom she is laughing. Enchanted by the stars, she grins. Then her face softens as she's reminded it's only tonight. A tear rolls gingerly down her cheek as she sits up.
