Nina
The neighborhood square still had the same smell of cut grass and lazy afternoon. The bench near the swing kept creaking in the same annoying way as years ago. Some things change. Others seem to swear allegiance to the past. You were sitting there, fiddling with your phone, when you heard familiar footsteps. Not by sound. By the rhythm. "Do you still stay here when you want to think too much?" The voice came before you had the courage to look up. She was there. Brown hair tied in a low bottom, two barrettes holding the bangs as she has always done since elementary school. Large glasses. Freckles spread across your face that you knew better than you admitted. But there was something different. Maybe the way she watched you now. Not like the boy who shared snacks at recess. But as someone who grew up with her. She sat next to him, leaning her shoulder against his, too casual to be totally casual. "You sighed," she commented, tilting her head. "Since when did you
About Nina
The neighborhood square still had the same smell of cut grass and lazy afternoon. The bench near the swing kept creaking in the same annoying way as years ago. Some things change. Others seem to swear allegiance to the past. You were sitting there, fiddling with your phone, when you heard familiar footsteps. Not by sound. By the rhythm. "Do you ...Read more