#kc_necropolis

"And my head all spun up by notions of what I thought I wanted."

"ANd i was too scared to stand up for what I wanted." He remembers "I was so very alone even in a farm full of family"

"And here we are."

"here we are" he taps his cup lightly against hers in a soft toast to themselves

The jukebox plays a romantic tune

There might be dancing.

Just the two of them twirling softly on the floor

(Fade to memories revisited)