No matter how splendidly the fireworks burst, they eventually fade into darkness. The Ferris wheel reaches its highest point only to eventually come back down. When everything ended, Sam and Ava walked down together.
Ava's eyes were still a bit red, and the wind made her squint slightly.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked softly.
Ava smiled, her usual charming and cute self, which made Sam feel a pang of heartache.
"It's okay, let's go home~"
"Okay."
Sam started walking forward.
"Wait."
The girl softly called him back. Sam turned around to see Ava reaching out her delicate hand.
"You have to hold my hand..."
Sam couldn't mock her childishness, not even with a deliberate tone. He just paused for a moment, then reached his hand back.
Soon, he felt his hand gently taken. It wasn't a firm grip, as if it could be let go at any moment, but they didn't let go all the way to the motorcycle where Ava hugged his waist again.
