Finch and Sunny were playmates from birth. However, as childhood connections and dreams begin to fade, Finch realizes that Sunny's friendship with him is not the only thing that is slipping away...
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Sunny's backpack was the color of mustard and the only break in the bright color was the black Sharpie inscription of her name on the bottom. She wrote it there herself, curling the "S" and the "Y" beautifully.
"I don't wanna go," she said, splashing in a puddle with her rain boots.
"But maybe it'll be fun!" I offered, walking right beside her. "You never know."
"That's always the problem."
I nodded.
Uncertainty was definitely not one of our favorite things to toy with—especially now.
"Aren't you nervous, Finch?"
I paused, giving it some thought. Then I confessed, "I'm just happy to be with you, Sunny."
She smiled slightly at this and splashed in another puddle, but a little more cheerfully than before.
"Friends forever."
"Yes," I beamed. "Forever friends."
I looked overhead and saw another maple leaf trail slowly down and fall into our path. It looked lonely.
