What Blooms in April

She was short but small framed, delicate and petite. She had long brown hair, with light streaks of blond that made her look like she was glowing.

Her smile was gentle, but beautiful and genuine. She had small hands which would stoke my long hair, which she told me she liked. Her laugh was my favourite song and my name on her lips made my blood rush.

"Miss Walsh," I keep my eyes down, feeling the wind pick up and brush around us. "What are we doing?"