The morning air, crisp and carrying the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms, felt like a gentle caress after the warmth of yesterday's picnic they went home and had a normal day, and this morning, all 3 of them feel light-headed and fresh
Sunlight, still shy and golden, dappled through the ancient trees lining the campus paths, painting shifting patterns on the worn cobblestones. Cassian walked between Aiden and Leonel, a comfortable silence woven between their easy laughter. The lingering magic of the previous day, spent under a vast, cerulean sky, still hummed in his veins.
