Notes and Kisses

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Five years later... 

It was a very fine day to spend an afternoon at the park. I was reading a book that my mom gave to me for my birthday just last week. 

             "You think it won't rain?" Ashton asked me, leaning on the back of the bench. 

             I sighed. "I think it won't. It's really a sunny day," I answered, looking from afar. 

             Ashton is my friend. I met him during college and we got along pretty well. Apparently, Kyle knew him as well, so we were like disaster trio. They like to tease me about so many things. I hated both of them but I do love them at the same time. 

             "Then we are going to play frisbee! Let's take this out of the way." He got my book away. 

             "Hey!" I protested. "Hand it back," I demanded.  

             He shook his head. "Na uh uh. We're going to play. Kyle, dude! Throw this away." Ashton threw the book to Kyle's direction. But Kyle didn't manage to catch it so it fell to the ground. 

             "Don't throw that! That's my mom's gift to me!" I shrieked, running for my book. Ashton stopped me, though. 

             "We're only put it in the bag. Geez, Carter, have fun sometimes." He shook his head, picking up now the book because Kyle was in no mood to do it. 

             "Kyle, what are you doing?" I now asked. He was fumbling inside the bag. "Kyle—" 

             "I can't find my phone," he grunted. "I can't find my phone, Carter." He looked at me. I had to cover my mouth with my hand because he looked so funny. Puppy eyes didn't suit him and it's only making him sort of like a crazy person. "Thank you very much," he said sarcastically. 

             I sat on the ground, cross-legged. I smiled. "It's just a phone. Ashton's waiting. Let's play." 

             "No. Not until I find my phone," Kyle grumbled, going back to searching inside the bag. 

             I groaned, lying flat on the ground. A little kid—somewhere around the age of six, I guess—looked down at me. 

             He smiled, asking, "Are you Carter?" 

             I smiled back, sitting up and facing him. "Yes, I am. How did you know?" 

             "Someone told me to give this to you." He handed me a folded paper before running off, laughing. 

             I just stared at it. I turned to Kyle but I noticed he was gone. Where did he go? Ashton was nowhere to be found as well. 

             "Guys?" I called out, standing up. I looked around. There was no sign of either of them. I unfolded the paper and read what was written...

                                  If time is so cruel to us 

                                  Why am I still finding my way 

                                  Back to you and to the old times 

                                  That you and I are okay.

             It's a poem. Who's it from? 

             "Kyle? Ashton? This is not funny," I called out, getting annoyed. But truthfully, I was curious. Who would send me notes? After those years that had passed, nothing happened. But what was going on now?