i first talked to fawn when i was six.
everyday since the day i sat beside her on the swing, i'd do the same thing; sit beside her on the swing and match my swinging with her's.
today, as i had decided, i would tell fawn my name, and she would tell me her's.
it started off with the same routine, swinging together.
then i opened my mouth and told her my name.
she didn't look up, neither did she reply.
i felt very rejected and sad, and it was kind of ironic.
two sad people swinging together.
usually, it was about this time fawn would get up and leave, but that day, she didn't.
that day, she stayed till it became dark, till I had to go home.
before i left, i told her that i would come the next day to see her, but her isolation from this world didn't hinder.
