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Spring

Every time spring arrived from the dreadful winter, Aya adored taking strolls around her local park. The trees abloomed in pink florets and the flowers budded. Little kids laughed joyously with their mothers and they returned the laughter. The fresh air and faces of people delighted her. Aya recognized almosted all the faces at the park, but this spring, there was a new one.

A boy with dark shaggy hair and a slightly tan skintone sat upon the blue bench, right beside a fully bloomed tree. He held what looked to be a novel or something of that sort. Aya thought thoroughly whether the boy went to her school or not. Nonetheless, she didn't really care. Another face to look forward to greet.

As she closed in to the boy, she realized that he was holding a rather small sketchbook in his hand. Aya walked up in front of the tan boy and greeted him.

"Hi, I'm Aya! Are you new around here?" Aya introduced, cheerfully.

The boy looked up from his lap and briefly made eye contact with the lass. Aya smiled, but the boy immediately focused his attention back to his sketchbook. Feeling somewhat hurt, Aya frowned, but that didn't stop her from continuing to speak.

"Spring is such a pretty season, isn't it?" Aya said, looking up at the clouds. "Better than winter any day!"

She looked over at the boy. To Aya's dismay, the boy did not respond once again, as he was sketching away in his book.

"This boy doesn't like speaking, does he," she thought.

Aya was curious as to what was engaging the boy's attention so much that he wouldn't even say hi. She sat down on the bench beside him and he tensed up. She looked over his shoulder.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you're a really good drawer!"

He drew a bunch of random doodles, but the most noticeable thing were the robots and the people. The boy silently resumed drawing after given the compliment.

"Maybe you should draw me!" Aya joked.

Silence answered. Aya decided to just stop talking and sit still to admire the falling cherry blossoms. Although the boy seemed to not have any interest in Aya, she still enjoyed his company beside her.

People and dogs passed and time eventually passed as well. Aya looked down at her small watch on her left wrist. It was around lunch time.

"Drats, I have to go eat lunch," she pouted. "I'll be back!" Aya got up and headed back to her house, leaving the shaggy haired boy alone.

Aya finished her lunch quickly and returned back to the park, only to find the blue bench empty. She felt disappointed. "I guess he doesn't like me," she thought.

She was going to return back home, but her eyes caught something white on the bench. "Did he forget something?" she thought.

She walked towards it and it was a small piece of paper that was folded up. It had her name written neatly on it. Since it marked her name, she unfolded it.

There was a miniature drawing of her sitting on the blue bench with the tree's blossoms blowing in the wind. She was surprised and as equally, happy and in awe. At the bottom of the paper, the boy wrote:

Thanks for talking to me. -Elliot

Aya smiled in joy and she walked home, glad and looking forward to meeting the boy on the bench again tomorrow.

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these kids are probably innocent 9 year olds living in japan ヾ('▽｀)ゝi suppose they could be young teenagers depending on how you interpret this~

it is currently 4:35am aha..ha..