And just like that, the roof above my head-

For some reason, Marg actually smelled nice even if she was sweating and stuff. Me on the other hand, yeah, I could pretty much throw up at my own scent. Just how the hell did she manage to stay put in my arms all this time?

Anyway, we held hands and moved forward. The feeling of her soft hand- 'This is really happening. I really do live with her.'  Sometimes I really felt like this might just have been a dream.

I squeezed Marg's hand and hugged her- sniffed her hair and held her in my arms. No, this wasn't a dream. 

And I was really, really happy about that. 

"I get that you can't stand anymore, but-" Apparently, Marg misunderstood.

"Let's go in." I let go of her.

We got into the warm spring water- together. 

Marg went to the other side and faced me. She let out a bit of a moan as she soaked in water- or was it just her relaxing? I didn't know. 

Water was flowing. The sound was strangely calming.