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the atmosphere was almost peaceful; the sound of rain hitting the hard pavement, and the gentle wind that caressed willow's cold cheeks. she walked and walked until from a distance, the worn and nostalgic playground came into willow's view. the memories of her as a child came to her mind; hanging off the monkey bar upside-down, crying from a scraped knee, and very vaguely, playing in the sandpit with a boy.
willow loved coming here when it's pouring, especially after a bad day. the park was her safe place, it always has been, but as she went to her favourite bench, willow was met with a figure of a sleeping boy, quietly snoring with his left arm tucked under his head.
with strands of white-blonde hair covering half of his face, willow thought he was breathtaking. he looked so calm that willow almost stopped herself from shaking the boy's arm to wake him up, but a flash of lightning came and willow jumped back, and the sleeping boy is now awake and staring straight at her.
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uhh, so thoughts??
damn i think i'm already too attached to my characters, but till next time!
