Eyes I Remember

The afternoon sun was warm, but Aiden Rhys Sullivan barely noticed. He was crouched on the corner of their street, sketchbook in hand, pencil moving fast.

There. A boy standing under the tree, hair messy, arms crossed, frowning slightly-but there was something about him that made Aiden's hand move faster.

"Wait... hold still!" Aiden whispered, almost to himself.

The boy tilted his head, curious. "Uh... you're drawing me?"

Aiden froze. "Uh... yeah. Just... practicing," he mumbled.

The boy stepped closer, peering at the sketch. "Hey... that actually looks nice," he said, voice quiet.

Aiden's chest tightened. He didn't usually sketch people, pero somehow, this one deserved it. The boy's fingers scratched nervously at his arm-a small gesture, pero unforgettable.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Aiden smiled softly. "I'll remember this," he said.

The boy gave a small smile back, then turned and walked away, leaving Aiden staring after him.

Little did I know, Aiden thought, this meeting... under the tree... would stay with me. Forever.

Even years later, when life pulled them in different directions, Aiden would remember the boy's face, his frown, and the nervous scratching of his fingers. And someday... they would meet again.