// green was the colour of the grass
where i used to read at centennial park,
i used to think i would meet somebody
there //
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time seemed to stop on that cold new year's eve.
but time doesn't stop for anyone.
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steve rogers x oc story.
take...
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Hey Stephen (Taylor's Version) Taylor Swift
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A few days later, Daisy stood wiping down the tables in the library, making sure to greet everyone that walked in with a warm smile. She cleaned up the dirty tea mugs and watered each of the plants, making short and polite conversation with the people reading, studying, or just enjoying the warmth from the fireplace.
She sat down at the piano, playing a tune she had made up herself. Every once in a while, she messed up the notes, but it just made her laugh and start over. People had always told her she had musical talent, but she always counteracted it with 'If I did, don't you think my soulmate would've even thought of me by now?' That usually made them go silent.
Daisy continued to play a melody of a bunch of different songs she had written down, another musical skill of hers was definitely writing songs. She prided herself in it, but only to a point where she'd stay humble.
She stopped playing and sipped on her tea, immersing herself in a conversation with one of the regulars.
"How are the kids, Molly?" Daisy asked, turning her piano bench around so she could face the woman she was talking to.
"Good, good. Beverly's going into high school, the twins, Harley and Marina are going into middle school, it's the best I could hope for them after The Battle of New York."
Oh, did I forget to mention? Molly's wife had been lost in the battle, and she was announced officially dead a few days later. She was in despair and took the kids to the library, and that's where she met Daisy.
"That's good! Wow, Beverly's growing up so fast. Last time I saw her she was still in middle school! Little thing."
Molly chuckled, remembering the days when her daughter would laugh and play around the living room in their farmhouse upstate. "Yes, she's a grown lady now. The issue is- she's really understanding the whole 'Your mother passed away fighting in a battle of aliens' thing. She's distancing herself... I'm scared." She confessed, leaning her head into her hands.
"It's all going to be okay." Daisy replied, leaning forward and putting a hand on Molly's shoulder empathetically. "She's gonna realize that she did what she could. She got forty people out of that building when it was being attacked, forty people. That's a lot. Beverly will know that her mother was a hero, even if she wasn't alive to hear someone say that."
"I guess you're right." Molly sighed, standing up and grabbing her purse. "I have to go, my lunch break is almost over, but thank you for the usual pep-talk, Daisy. It means a lot."
Daisy nodded, standing up and walking her friend to the door. "It's no problem. You'd do the same for me."
"I would. You know that, right?" Molly asked, stopping as Daisy opened the door for her. She squinted due to the light that poured into the library.
