The old swingset with flaking red paint creaked as Deborah and Tom sat on it lazily, their hands were clasped together. They were both 16 and in year 11 at school, but this didn't stop them being madly in love. They'd been dating since year 2 but primary school relationships don't count. They were what could be considered a power couple, and were shipped. Silence screamed at Tom. This was abnormal. Silence used to say everything. Words only ruin things, as Tom and Deborah (A/N: and me) saw it. Words told Deborah about her dead father. They told Tom and his mother about her Leukemia. But words were in want. The blond boy wanted them badly to fly from his mouth and patch this empty rift of sound up. He supposed it was the box in his pocket speaking but he needed them said. But they were 99% likely to ruin everything in Tom's opinion. But he'd never know if he didn't actually just come out with them...
Deborah loved these long, quiet stretches. Silence is golden after all. The fact that the young couple could go hours without a word, or even a sound, being uttered showed that, to her, they knew everything about each other and were powerful and close enough not to need words. After all, everyone knows words are the quickest way to ruin everything. Plus, the young brunette noticed more without the pressure of conversation on her. She could see 7 trees, of 3 types, with 13 total birds, and a bee hive in one too. She could see the graying, village dog walker on the green.
Suzie had been walking dogs for 10 years, since her youngest son, Charlie, moved out and she retired from being a restaurant manager and handed over the keys to someone else. She liked dogs, and always had but had never had time for them due to her job. Now they were her job. She breathed in the fresh dusk air and admired the staggering pink sunset. Looking around, she saw the park. Silhouetted against the horizon were a slide, a see-saw, a roundabout, a girl on the swings and a boy facing her, kneeling on the ground...
