Playground - Adopted by ScarJost ✔️

❀Another meeting❀

1940 words :)
TW: X
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Monday, March 20th, 2023
Samatha POV

Sitting amidst the familiar embrace of the park's grass, I found solace in the quietude that surrounded me. The breeze carried whispers of stories from the swaying trees, and the distant laughter of children painted a serene backdrop to my solitude.

Lost in my thoughts, I hardly noticed the soft shuffle of footsteps nearing until a presence settled beside me. Turning slightly, I found myself met with the curious gaze of a familiar face—Rose, the spirited little girl from that chance encounter at the playground.

"Hi," Rose greeted me with a timid yet curious smile, her eyes mirroring a mix of curiosity and recognition.

"Hey there, Rose," I replied, a hint of surprise lacing my voice at the unexpected visit.

For a moment, silence lingered between us, a comfortable quiet that spoke volumes. Rose shifted on the grass, as if contemplating something before finding her words.

"Do you like stories?" Rose's voice carried a youthful enthusiasm, her eyes alight with curiosity.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips at her question, a gentle nod signaling my interest.

"I have stories, lots of them," Rose continued, a flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes. "Wanna hear?"

I found myself drawn into Rose's world, her stories weaving intricate tapestries of imagination and wonder. Her animated narrations painted vivid pictures of adventures, fantastical creatures, and tales that transcended the confines of reality.

As I listened to Rose's tales, a sense of connection blossomed between us—a shared moment that echoed the inexplicable bond we had forged during that chance encounter. Her stories were a glimpse into her vibrant imagination, and in that shared interlude, I found myself enveloped in the magic of her world.

In the laughter and whispered secrets that filled our impromptu storytelling session, a newfound sense of companionship emerged—a connection that transcended the boundaries of age and circumstance.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the park, Rose's stories wove a tapestry of enchantment that lingered within me. In her youthful tales, I found a temporary escape, a respite from the weight of responsibilities that awaited me back at the orphanage.

As I sat there with Rose, enveloped in the world of her stories, a familiar voice calling her name disrupted our shared reverie. Turning, I saw Scarlett, her expression a mix of concern and surprise as she called out for her daughter.

"Rose, where are you?" Scarlett's voice carried a trace of worry, her gaze sweeping the park in search of her spirited little girl.

"I'm here, Mom!" Rose's response echoed through the air, her voice tinged with excitement. Scarlett's eyes found us, and as she approached, a flash of recognition crossed her face.

As Scarlett drew nearer, I sensed her apprehension melting into curiosity. Her gaze shifted between us, a silent query lingering in her eyes as she registered the sight of her daughter sitting with me.

"Hi, Samantha," Scarlett greeted me, her tone a blend of surprise and polite acknowledgment.

"Hi, Scarlett," I replied, my voice reflecting a mixture of warmth and uncertainty in this unexpected reunion.

There was a moment of hesitation in Scarlett's posture, an unspoken question hanging between us. For a heartbeat, I felt the weight of scrutiny, a silent evaluation that sought to decipher the connection between her daughter and me.