I miss your love
Since you’ve been gone,
I find it hard to go on
“The kite festival is tomorrow night. Hey, check this out.” Dianne hid the paper she was writing on in her pocket and watched as Devon fixed a fox-shaped kite together. “Cool, huh?”
“You really are a child at heart,” Dianne giggled. “Do you think I should make another one?”
“Why not? There will be more chance for us to win if we fly two kites,” Devon grinned.
“I’ll get started!” Dianne rushed to the hut and gathered some materials that were scattered on the floor.
“Have you ever considered coming back? It’s not like you will be mad at Nate forever,” Devon carefully asked as Dianne cut a piece of light blue polyester into the shape of a butterfly. She shook her head.
“I’m not leaving you for the second time,” she whispered.
“I can go with you. I don’t like seeing you like… this,” Devon curled a wooden stick into the shape of a sad mouth.
“I’m not like that,” Dianne argued.
“Come on, look at yourself,” Devon laughed.
“Devon,” Dianne slowly said. “I’m not mad at Nate. I’m—I’m afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“My past?” Dianne said after being silent for a while. “And what Nate will think about me if he finds out.”
“If he loves you, he won’t mind,” Devon stated in his usual naïve tone. “I’ll get some glue.”
As she was alone, her brother’s words echoed in her head.
If he loves you, he won’t mind.
Will he?
The summer sky
Don’t mean a thing
I thought I’d always be strong
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Tearing Paper
RomanceThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
