They had gone to Monte Carlo in the summer of 2035, one day after the anniversary of their first meeting. She’d worn the same outfit she’d worn that long ago July; the cropped green shirt and slim-fitting shorts, and those stubby, blunt-toed hiking boots. Her hair had been braided, but she’d left it down that day because of him.
She’d done a lot
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You know how much I love these two and this whole intricate web that we have worked out. The fact she lost her memory is so heartbreaking and Will is being his usual angsty heartbroken self. It's beautiful, I especially loved the last line it was really effective. <333
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