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"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐-"
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚎."
You had to say goodbye to an old friend in the past, only...
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((Fic inspired by Hidden In The Sand))
((I recommend you listen to it as you read))
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Running out of the house at 8 o'clock in the evening, at the age of 7 probably wasn't the smartest idea for a kid.
But it's unfortunately the only idea Y/n could think of.
Y/n POV
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Tears streamed from my eyes and I almost tripped on the pavement on my way.
I didn't know where to go. The only place I knew of at the time was the park a few blocks from my home.
I never liked going to the park.
Mom and Dad always wanted me to get along with the other kids but I couldn't, all I wanted to do was sit in the sandbox and draw shapes and words in the sand. Even at school during recess, I kept to myself more often.
Kids would never join me. Everyone ran around and played tag and catch while I sat quietly, surrounded by babies who couldn't even talk yet. Luckily, my sweet babysitter would join me from time to time.
I collapsed into the sand, my tears began to soak into the ground below me, turning it into a dirt brown.
The park was empty for once, so I let my tears fall and sobbed into my hands.
'Why can't they just get along just like they do in front of people?'
I wrapped myself in thoughts of comfort as I tried to forget the arguments of my parents, to no avail.
"Are you okay?"
I flipped around in fear, water still seeping from my eyes. Instead of a threat, I was met with kind, purple eyes. It was quite unnatural but my young self grew fascinated.
"What's wrong?" The young boy asked as he took a seat in the sandpit with me. He brushed my cheeks with his hands as he tried to clean my face.
Maybe it was my young naivety, but I felt I could trust this kid.
He had relatively long, dark purple hair that swayed gently in the wind as he waited patiently for my response. It looked soft and thin and it stole my attention from the boy.
I guess he noticed because he laughed a little and brushed it over his shoulder as if to let me see it.
"Do you...like my hair?" He asked and I nodded. It must have surprised him when I scooted closer to touch it but he didn't stop me as I let it slip through my fingers.
