He can hear the tune of someone playing guitar again except this time, the wind is not still and he can smell the lavendar.

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Hey! It's my first fic and i can't promise i will be able to execute this perfectly but it is somewhat inspired by my recurrent dreams of escaping reality to a world of nothing but hope and warmth. English is not my first language neither my second but i am not going to use that as an excuse. Instead i will try my best! Thank you.

This fic is dedicated to my love, Gloria. :)