In the deepest part of him, a flame was lighted. Before Finn knew it, his cœur, coeur became ignited with love. Wandering like a butterfly, he aimlessly took flight and found himself landing the palm of Fionna.
Their hands entwined with each other. Their lips pressed against each other. Even if they say their l’amour was wrong, when Fionna was with him, he burns up more.
Finn wanted Fionna to hold him tight; to reassure him that every night would be fine. He wanted Fionna to make him believe, that, no matter what they said, they were in love. They kissed in the dark. Like they would never come apart....
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