[The gift is sweet, making his heart ache at the sight of it. The handwriting inside is as familiar as it ever was, each loop and stroke the same as the boy he once knew so many summers ago.
He holds it to his chest a long moment after he finishes reading, sitting and drinking in the scent of the leather and paper. When he finishes, he tucks it safely away, pressing Gellert's now-dried flowers between the pages.]
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Date: 2019-12-27 05:04 am (UTC)He holds it to his chest a long moment after he finishes reading, sitting and drinking in the scent of the leather and paper. When he finishes, he tucks it safely away, pressing Gellert's now-dried flowers between the pages.]