✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*: Hope you enjoy my story! Tried and failed to come up with a plot, so just wrote something pretty instead. I also have absolutely no idea why i wrote it in the credits sections. ✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:
✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*: The smell of honeysuckle drifted up the hill from the forest below. You could see the lake from here, the ducks splashing around on the still waters as the golden hour settled in, quacking away. A rustle of wind blew through the blossoms, and I tugged my light cardigan closer, shivering with delight at it all. I knew this place like the back of my hand. Right there, that was where me and my brother built a swing as kids, that oak tree was the first I climbed, amongst those daisies I made my first friend, by that willow I cried for the first time. But that was okay now - time has a habit of dulling heartbreaks till they are merely quiet aches we come across now and again. I felt such an ache now, looking out across the familiar landscape. Oh, why must we grow up? Life is so much simpler as children, when getting home in time for dinner was our main worry. I swallowed a lump. I missed the old me. The me who howled at the moon, who dyed her face red with berry juice. And there, amongst the trees as the golden hour faded away into twilight, I promised something to myself. That no matter how old I grew, I'd always remember this place, and the little girl who called it home. ✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:
