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“It’s a bit further.” Benjamin assured Steve, taking him by the hand and pulling him into the field.
“It’s… a field.” Steve stated, unimpressed.
“Wait.” Benjamin said, picking up a stone and throwing it into the field. For a moment, nothing happened. Until a wave of light rippled outwards, like someone had dropped a pebble in a lake.
“Wow.” Steve gasped, his eyes widening.
“My mother used to bring me here all the time,” Benjamin explained, “she told me to only bring someone I loved more than anything.”
Steve smiled, leaning over to kiss him.
“Your mother knew your type.”