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We took a walk the next day. The sun burning brightly on the Thursday afternoon. School had been let out early due to break being upon us soon. Another week of doing nothing. Great.



As we walked I realized distance was something I never wanted to feel from you. But I did. We were two bodies, spirits walking amongst each other. As you talked about the things we've done, I realized the inevitable was upon us. I hear the way sadness tinges his words suddenly , like a violin switching to a minor scale.


"Let's stop here." He points to a bench under a dropping tree. We make our way over, gravel crunching beneath our feet.


We sit in a comfortable silence our bodies slowly gravitating towards each other until my head resting on his shoulder. He slides his hand into mine and rests them in his lap. I watch as our hands slot together , our fingers fitting between each other. In the light our stark skin colors really contrasted. My brown skin against his porcelain one.



I stare at his fingers as they open and close around mine.

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