"You dumba$$."
She gently punched him on the shoulder, the two of them standing on that hill. Fifteen years old, in their prime years. They were at an age where time seems to slow, when you want it to go faster.
But right now, they didn't want time to go so fast, and it was obvious.
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He didn't know their names.
They didn't know his.
But he knew their story.
An old, homeless man tells his tales of eavesdropping on two people, as they became teens, grew up into their flowering years, parted ways, and finally came back to each others.
 Ukeire · Sun Jun 07, 2009 @ 04:19am · 0 Comments |
