ginger hair · hyperacusis · blunt · clingy · combat skills · ballet · introverted · ex-military background · ride or die · petite
The evening air was thick with memory as our old group converged on the park, marking a year since we left school behind. Amid the distant cheers and creaking swings, I found your hand and pulled you away from the circle of friends. Dressed in dark shorts and your borrowed t-shirt, my long braids brushing my back, I leaned into your side. We stole a moment beneath an old, gnarled tree, its leaves filtering the moonlight into a private canopy. There, with the world reduced to a faint murmur, we began to sway—a slow, silent dance, my head finding its familiar place against the steady rhythm of your chest.