[He stares at the paper boat, not believing it till he reaches out and plucks it from the water, unfolding it in his hands.
Twenty dollars. The exact amount he needs.
He looks up.]
It's--it's fine. God, I--thank you. [He stuffs it into his pocket as well, and fishes out the coins and drops them back in the fountain.
Splash, splash, splash. How many people come here to wish upon a coin? How many people, clinging to one last hope, drop a coin into the fountain's waters? More than he can count, he thinks, and his impulsive action moments earlier now seems foolish, even a little cruel. But then, he's no stranger to foolish decisions.
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Twenty dollars. The exact amount he needs.
He looks up.]
It's--it's fine. God, I--thank you. [He stuffs it into his pocket as well, and fishes out the coins and drops them back in the fountain.
Splash, splash, splash. How many people come here to wish upon a coin? How many people, clinging to one last hope, drop a coin into the fountain's waters? More than he can count, he thinks, and his impulsive action moments earlier now seems foolish, even a little cruel. But then, he's no stranger to foolish decisions.
But he's no stranger to kindness, either.]