cinnamon and pine | yang jeongin

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Cinnamon and pine

reminds me of home

reminds me of you.

Swinging her legs back and forth, she sighs as she comes to a stop on the swing. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, controlling her breathing so it comes out slowly.

Opening her eyes, she leans back while staring past the big pine tree, holding onto the swing. Pinching her lips together, she glares at the clear blue sky.

"This is the last time," she mutters, closing her eyes again. "I'm too old to be making wishes."

She swallows hard before whispering into the quiet.

"I wish, with all of my heart, that I'll find someone that will make me fall in love with life again."