β Scribed by Brynn Paulin
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
It's the nomad life for me. All my life, I've dreamed of packing up and traveling the world. And I've been making that happen. It's just my camper van, my pug and me. No one will nail down Buttercup Peters.
Until Elvin. He makes me think of holding hands, kissing in front of a fireplace and sipping hot chocolate on Christmas morning. He makes me think of home, and not one on four wheels. He makes me think of forever. And when he crooks his finger, opens his arms and calls "Cuddle up, Buttercup," I might just launch myself right into him. But can I so easily say goodbye to my dreams for something that might be just a holiday fling?
Elvin has roots and I have wings. I might settle in the shelter of his embrace for a while, but I know this can't last forever. Nothing ever does.
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