I closed my eyes and let the wind blow through my hair. Every day at exactly 12:00 a breeze whispers through my mother's tree.
I smiled, but it was more with nostalgia than anything else.
My hand grazed the tree's bark and landed on my parent's initials that were carved into the tree long ago.
"What are you doing up there?" A clear voice questioned me from below.
My dark eyes snapped open and landed on a light-haired boy a few years older than me.
"Why do you care?" I replied noncommittally.
"You were sitting in a tree in the middle of Grant Park with your eyes closed."
"Yeah, so?"
"Forgive me for thinking it was a bit strange." He replied with a slight sarcastic edge and started to walk away.
"Wait!" My voice called and let my legs hop down from the tree before my brain could think it all through. "Wait! I'm so sorry; that was rude. Here - my name is Aster."
He shot me a strange look. "Aster?"
"Yes, Aster." I said defiantly and crossed my arms. "Like the tree, and don't you know that when a stranger gives you their name you are supposed to reply with your own?"
"No."
"No?"
"I was never taught that. Usually when a stranger is giving you their name, it is accompanied by a bag of candy and words of encouragement to get in the car." He said seriously.
I couldn't hold back a slight snicker.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I'm a sixteen-year-old girl. You think I'm going to try to kidnap a boy who's - wait... how old are you anyway?"
"Fine, my name is Lee. Oh, I'm older than you." He answered mysteriously as we strolled down the path.
"Why can't you be more specific, Lee?"
"I've told you too much personal stuff for one day."
"What? All I know is that your name is Lee, you have the lightest hair I have ever seen, and you are scared to be kidnapped by girls who are younger than you."
"Precisely." He said with a grin.
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Short StoryI will never finish these. Mainly because there is no point, but also because I cannot write dialogue for my life.