WOSO Oneshot

Leah Williamson x Reader- Rediscovered Memories

You stumbled upon it quite by accident.

Rummaging through Leah's jacket pockets for a stray pen, your fingers brushed against something crumpled and forgotten. Curiosity piqued, you withdrew your hand, clutching a weathered piece of paper folded into quarters. Unfolding it carefully, you discovered an old photograph, slightly faded but unmistakable in its significance.

It was a picture of the two of you, taken years ago during a spontaneous trip to the beach. Leah's infectious smile lit up the frame, her arm draped casually around your shoulders as you both gazed into the camera with unguarded happiness. The memory flooded back: the warmth of the sun, the sound of crashing waves, and the easy laughter that seemed to define those carefree days.

You traced the outline of Leah's face in the photograph, marvelling at how time had only enhanced her beauty. Memories intertwined with the present, blurring the lines between then and now. It was a reminder of how far you both had come since that snapshot in time, yet some things remained unchanged—the bond between you, strong as ever.

Lost in reverie, you failed to notice Leah approaching until she spoke, her voice soft yet filled with curiosity. "What have you found there?" Her eyes flickered with intrigue as she peered over your shoulder, catching sight of the photograph.

You turned to face her, a smile tugging at your lips. "Look what I found in your jacket pocket," you said, holding out the photograph for her to see.

Recognition dawned on Leah's face, followed by a gentle chuckle. She took the photograph from your hands, studying it with a fondness that mirrored your own. "I wondered where that had gone," she mused, her gaze lingering on the image. "It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?"

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the chance to relive those memories with her. "It does," you replied softly, your heart swelling with warmth. "But some things never change."

Leah met your gaze, her expression tender yet filled with unspoken words. Without another word, she folded the photograph carefully and placed it back in her pocket, close to her heart. In that moment, you realised that some memories were meant to be cherished in quiet reverence, their significance etched into the fabric of your lives.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the world around you, you knew that this rediscovered moment would become another chapter in the story of your love—a story written in photographs, tucked away in jacket pockets, waiting to be found again and again.