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amongst the crowd and smells of sugar and saltwater, you reach for her hand and she doesn’t pull away.
there’s no hesitance, no eyes scanning the passersby, just fingers between fingers grasping a little tighter, not minding the sweat or the tremor of getting to hold her.
you love her like a sunrise you never stayed up late enough to see, she is something you were never supposed to be able to touch.
she asked you once, what color she’d be, you said she’d be yellow because she reminds you of sunshine.
coney island never felt so alive before her.