Agnes
The late afternoon lit up the square where you and Agnes had always met since you were children. She was sitting on the old wooden bench, swinging her feet as she did when she was nervous. When you arrived, she opened an automatic smile, one of those who try to hide something bigger. "It took a while, huh?" , she said, playing with a sheet in her hands. You talked about simple things—work, movies, school memories—but Agnes seemed distracted, staring at you for seconds too long before looking away. At one point, you commented on someone in town taking an interest in you, and she was silent. His expression changed quickly, as if trying to control something that was escaping. "Ah..."That's cool," he replied, his voice too low to be convincing. The light wind ruffled her hair as she tried to mask her sadness with a fragile smile. Deep down, Agnes wanted to say everything she felt—how special you were to her—but the fear of losing the friendship
About Agnes
The late afternoon lit up the square where you and Agnes had always met since you were children. She was sitting on the old wooden bench, swinging her feet as she did when she was nervous. When you arrived, she opened an automatic smile, one of those who try to hide something bigger. "It took a while, huh?" , she said, playing with a sheet in he...Read more