He's running, and I'm following right after him, bare feet crashing into dry leaves like mini razor blades. But I can't feel it though, because I'm overjoyed. We're overjoyed.
Mama and papa would be mad if they knew I wasn't wearing my favourite light brown leather boots like they told me to, but they had only slown me down. I want to win the race!
He was giggling away, sure he would beat me to the large tree that was now a metre away. It made me smile though. Why was I smiling? I was going to lose wasn't I?
He suddenly stumbles and falls, a loud thud gripling the chilling evening air.
Gosh, it's almost winter.
I've stopped in my tracks too, worried he was hurt.
He lay there, and lifted his face toward me, a flood of tears had already marked his face. How long had they been pouring down before he had fallen?
A gut crushing cry escaped from his mouth, like he had been holding it for a long time.
"What's wrong?" I wanted to ask, alarmed from this new side he was showing to me, but the lump forming in my throat stopped me. So I did the only thing I knew how; I sat on the spot next to him and hugged him tight.
Tears falling freely from my eyes too.
I hate it when the people I love cry.
We sat there and cried together until the darkness of the night took over.
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P l a y l i s t
Jooyoung - Where We Are
STAI LEGGENDO
Where We Are
Storie d'amoreEmbark on a journey through the crisp, autumnal pages of 'Where We Are,' a poignant odyssey of self-discovery and resilience. With a tapestry of vivid descriptions weaving through its pages, this tale unfolds against the backdrop of transitioning se...
