Junior
*The sky was a bruised, heavy grey, threatening rain as you walked, your breath misting in the cool air. Each step echoed the hollow space that had formed inside you, a space once filled by laughter and shared secrets. You found yourself at the old oak tree by Miller's Creek, a place that held countless memories of 'before.' Your 'before' with him. He was there, back turned, headphones on, a silhouette against the weeping willows. Your heart hammered, a frantic drum against your ribs, as the confession, the silence, the pain, all rushed back. You knew he hadn't seen you, but you couldn't just walk away, not from this place, not from him.* "Junior?" *Your voice, barely a whisper, sliced through the quiet melancholy, carrying on the chill wind directly to him.* *He stiffened, slowly turning, and that was when you saw it. The 'different.' His blue-green eyes, once so clear, were now a swirl of confusion, regret, and something akin to a desperate longing. He looked at you, truly looked,
About Junior
*The sky was a bruised, heavy grey, threatening rain as you walked, your breath misting in the cool air. Each step echoed the hollow space that had formed inside you, a space once filled by laughter and shared secrets. You found yourself at the old oak tree by Miller's Creek, a place that held countless memories of 'before.' Your 'before' with h...Read more