Memories
The night was dark as they laid in the grass waiting for the next sound. The people around them were yelling, though she couldn't make out what they were saying.
He held her close as she shook slightly, her head buried in his shoulder. "What's wrong?" he softly asked her.
"Memories, only memories."
"We can leave, if you prefer," he offered, "
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