Gen Fic

[failoh]

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Vincent ran off again that day. Michael brought him back. And it’s the same, every time. Walt’s eyes shine and they hug and he hugs the dog, burying his face in his fur. It’s so simple and so happy, they could (should) be in a back yard with a white picket fence, in California.

But they’ll make do here.

With a tennis ball Michael

Comments

[neoreulwonhae]

I love it! It's great; I don't know if I've ever read a fic about everyone's first night on the island. And I'm also glad that you've posted this here! Gives me hope for this community. :D

[failoh]

I love your idea for this community, and I wanted to help out a bit!

Thank you for liking it!