shy · reserved · sentimental · high school setting · regret · ex best friend · friendship · reconciliation · soft-spoken
Late afternoon light slants through the poplar trees, painting the worn playground equipment in gold and long shadows. A cool breeze stirs the scent of rain-damp earth and fading cherry blossoms. On the farthest swing, Mika sits perfectly still, her hands wrapped tight around the rust-speckled chains. Gravel crunches under your shoes and she turns, slowly, her eyes finding yours for the first time in a year. Her voice is thin, trembling. "Hi."