✧˖°. Synopsis ✧˖°.
Alana's biggest wish always has been to go away from home and everyone she ever met despite her knowing that it might also lead to some fallbacks.
Starting her first year in college in the city she expected the least to live...
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It's 7:10 pm and I just entered the Park. I walk towards the bench and see his tall frame sitting there. Legs open and his hands in the pocket of his black jacket ad the calm wind slowly blowing through his dark brown hair. He seems peaceful looking straight in front of him as if his mind has teleported somewhere far.
I slowly come closer to him and silently sit next to him.
"Thank you, they are beautiful" I say.
I see his face slowly turns towards me and I take a couple of seconds before looking back at him. If you ask me, it's still the same dark eyes, thin nose and rosy lips. He slightly nods his head horizontally as if to tell me "it's nothing".
I nervously bring a strand of my hair behind my ears when I see his gaze falling on my wrist. Especially on the bracelet I'm wearing today. No bright yellow. This morning I decided to wear a white one made of pearls. I see him frowning and I understand why. No words on this one, just letter: ILYIS
"I love you, I'm sorry" I say looking at the bracelet, but I see his frown hasn't disappeared, "It's another song from the album" I say after which I chuckle because he will definitely think that this is so weird.
But I see a smile forming on his lips before he looks back in front of him, " All these bracelets. I'm getting intrigued now." He looks at me, "When will you make me listen to the album?" he asks genuinely.
"Whenever you want" I say bitting my inner cheeks to prevent me from smilling like a child.
God I feel like I haven't stopped smiling since I saw him.
Another silence settle until I break it again, "What does the A stand for ?" The question may seems incomprehensible without context but I know he got it because I see the corner of his lips sofltybenting. " The day I was born my parents planted an Ash Tree in the backyard in our house in Spain. So they choose Ash to be my middle name."
I started chuckling, not believing what I just heard. "What?" he asks me confused. " My middle name is Willow" he scoffs,
"What's the story behind it?"
"My father choose it. He said that people usually interpret the weeping willow as the symbol of grief and mourning while sometimes forgetting that it also represents hope and humility. So one day I asked him why he chose it and he told me that it was for me to remember that even in the hardest and darkest days there is still hope as long as I stay humble and patient."
"You father seems poetic"
"He has his days" I shrug and we both chuckle.
Did I mention how his laugh is the hottest thing I have ever heard.
"So you're Spanish then ?" he nods, "Where are you from?"
"My mother was born in Sevilla and my father is from Valencia."
