Unknown to the Person I Am

Moving

She lingers for a while in the coffee shop. Her mind just thinking of Azmia. The way she moved and talked like the ocean. Aadya touches the coffee art on her paper and beside it she writes Azmia's name. She closes the notebook and leaves the shop. 

Sunlight hits her as she steps outside. Aadya grimaces with the sun in her eyes, but she keeps walking. Thinking if she could go home or somewhere else. She didn't have much friends. Well just one, but she didn't know if she saw Miss Ramona as a friend or more of a mother figure. She'd email Aadya once a week to see how she was and urged Aadya to come visit. Aadya always made an excuse of why she couldn't come or just avoided the question. She just didn't feel comfortable to go back even to see Miss Ramona. Just wanting to erase that part of her life, but deep down she knows the past will always linger like a shadow. 

She keeps walking down the street when she hears a whistle. She looks to her side to see a group of men looking at her. She quickly looks away and keeps walking. She hears one of them yell, "Oh yeah, shake that ass babe." Aadya's cheeks turn red and just keeps walking faster. She hears them laugh as she picks the pace. Her head hangs low, hating that she lives in fear. Fearing they would still be there she decides to not go home. The wind starts blowing and it cools her down as she slows down her pace. She waits by the stoplight waiting it to turn green so she can cross. With the wind blowing she hears the travelling voices, more specifically laughter, laughter of children. Unconsciously a smile forms on her face. She crosses the street and keeps walk forward. Unsure of the streets she was walking, she kept walking following the sound of the laughter. She turns around the corner and see it. A park with a playground that's filled with laughter and innocence.

Flashback. She reminisces about her childhood. Running around the playground with her friends. Till they left her. She cringes not wanting to remember the bad times. Just the good times. The playground kept her safe. Running around and playing with other children and it's where she would write. When she got older, she would still go to the playground at night and just sit and think. She snaps back to reality when she hears the grumble on a granny trying to get past Aadya. She apologizes and blushes in embarrassment. She crosses the street and walks towards the playground. Aadya walks around the playground watching the children play. She finds a nice tree and slumps against it. She plugs in her music and lets the beat take over. She rests her head against the tree. 

She takes out her notebook and gently touches Azmia's name. She knew what to write and it'd be her best story, she just didn't know it yet.