i first walked up to fawn when i was five.
it has been a whole year, and i still watched fawn slowly swinging on the old swing set in the park.
that day, i decided that i wanted to walk up to her, to make a change.
i stood up from the place where i sat to watch her and walked to her, the autumn leaves crunching under my feet.
she looked up and for the first time ever, i saw her face.
she had blue eyes that looked almost green.
her face was shaped beautifully, her eyebrows, nose and mouth placed perfectly.
then she looked back down, ignoring my presence.
i sat on the other swing beside her, matching my swinging with her's.
she didn't say a word and i didn't either, we just sat there, swinging.
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Historia Corta«lowercase intended» a story about love, change, and first times.