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16

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making lascivious comments on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
O! what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;
The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

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same day

wil and i walked at a slow pace as the street lights started to turn on one by one. we admired the lights as we neared the pier. it was beautiful. we arrived at the ferris wheel right as the sun was reaching its plateau. before us was an array of warm colors mixing in the sky like a painting

"looks like i chose a good evening to take you here" wil said turning to meet my face. i nodded my head in agreement as my teeth chattered. although the colors in the sky were warm, it was still quite cold.

wil rolled his eyes smirking and pulled his sweater over his head and told me to put my arms over my head. goofily, i did, blushing as he pulled the sleeves over my arm and put my head through the hole.

the sweater fit largely over my figure, i looked silly but seeing the way wil looked at me made me blush. he took a step back and nodded his head smiling before he pulled out his phone.

"what are you doing?" i asked nervously

"pose" he replied as he put his phone up to his face. awkwardly, i posed, turning my head to the side putting a piece of hair behind my ear as i heard the shutter click once. then twice. i switched poses frantically smiling at the camera.

i laugh and run towards him putting my hand in front of the camera so he wouldn't be able to take any more pictures. he scoffed dramatically and rolled his eyes. he reached out for my hand and i pulled the sleeve up, directing his gaze to my wrist, my wrist that wore 3 finger shaped bruises.

his face fell deep into a frown, mixed with shock. he looked back up at me with deep concern

" i didn't do this did i? this wasn't me right? did i do this? i grabbed your wrist this morning when we were" he paused for a second, "wrestling"

"no, it wasn't you" i reassured

"then who was it" he asked again. i went silent and bit the corner of my lip. his face fell flat with realization, then turned into a glare

"your boyfriends an asshole" he said scoffing, but his eyes became glossed over. we sat in silence for a brief moment before i took his hand

"the suns about to set" i said gently pulling him towards the ferris wheel. he nodded and walked by my side to the entrance and payed for our tickets.

we stepped inside the small glass carriage, and i was relieved that we didn't have to sit across from another couple. we were alone. the ferris wheel started moving slowly upwards, stopping after each bump up. soon, we were at the top, looking left across the water, and right towards the city.

the sky had grown slightly darker now, and everything felt calm. i felt happy. i inched a little bit closer to wil, turning to talk to him. he looked at me, still with a sad look in his eyes. i pierced my lips and softly tried to smile at him. i knew there was nothing to really say. we sat quietly before i felt an arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me into the crook of his neck.

he didn't just smell like laundry detergent and coconut, there was a hint of spicy cologne rubbed on his neck. it smelled expensive. i took a deep inhale and wil rubbed his finger on my shoulder. a tear released quietly from my eye.

i felt my eyes grow heavy as the sky slowly dimmed. inhaling the smell of cologne, and feeling wil's finger trace my shoulder but me into a trance. it felt as if time had stopped, and this moment would last forever. i let my mind rest. i accepted all the things i didn't before. i accepted that jack was abusive, i accepted that i wont ever step inside my childhood home again, and the last thing i accepted was that

i have feelings for wilbur soot.