That Breezy Summer Day

That Breezy Summer Day

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You sat at the bench you'd usually sit at, twirling your reddish hair while whistling a familiar tune. In your lap was a notebook with a pink overlay and you had a pen in your hand. You'd always enjoy the morning breeze here, as it swept by this particular place at the same time every day. You'd stretch your arms out towards the sky and your lips formed a smile. That was the first time I met you.

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You sat at the bench you'd usually sit at, twirling your reddish hair while whistling a familiar tune. In your lap was a notebook with a pink overlay and you had a pen in your hand. You'd always enjoy the morning breeze here, as it swept by this particular place at the same time every day. You'd stretch your arms out towards the sky and your lips formed a smile. That was the first time I met you.

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Submitted: February 08, 2017

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You sat at the bench you'd usually sit at, twirling your reddish hair while whistling a familiar tune. In your lap was a notebook with a pink overlay and you had a pen in your hand. You'd always enjoy the morning breeze here, as it swept by this particular place at the same time every day. You'd stretch your arms out towards the sky and your lips formed a smile. That was the first time I met you.

I saw an unfamiliar face that I'd never seen before. Sunlight reflected of their blackish, filthy long hair as they approached me. I hadn't noticed this person up until now, and so I got quite nervous when they got close to me. The person waved and smiled towards me, I froze. I haven't really talked to anybody in my year since middle school. I squinted my eyes in order to see fully comprehend their appearance. They wore a dirty, worn out shirt and their jeans were full of holes. "What does this person want with me?" I thought to myself. They pointed and nodded towards my notebook. "Do you draw?" They asked. I gave off a small grin and said "Sometimes." They sat down beside me. I was quite uncomfortable, and so I scootched away from them. I mean, they did just come out of nowhere and start a conversation with me. "Mind if I see?" They reached out towards the notebook. I nodded, although my drawings were terrible. This was the first time I met them.

As I flickered through the pages you began whistling the same tune as before. "You're really talented", I said. You gave off a blank smile and replied with a low voice, " I wish I could draw more." I didn't understand what they meant. "Can't you draw anytime you want?" I thought to myself. I glanced over at them. You were fiddling with your fingers. "Hey, the sky's the limit, as they say. Why won't you enter like an art competition or something?" They looked over at me and said, "My parent's are really strict. They wouldn't let me do something stupid like that. They want me to study hard and get into some stupid university somewhere." I gave them a sympathic look and said, "Hey, don't give up on drawing just like that. If you don't follow your dreams you'll regret it.

This person is really nice. I'm thankful that they're trying to cheer me up. I hadn't spoken with anybody in my age in a long time. This time, I smiled widely and said, "So hey, why did you come here to talk with me anyways?" You took a deep breath, smiled and said, "You looked lonely. I don't like it when people are lonely."

What we had that day was nice. I wish it would remain that way. But I knew that we'd have to part ways eventually. Time passed by, and we were slowly approaching the 14th of August. This was the day that we had our first quarrel. I wonder if I could change something? Would that be the right thing to do? I don't know. I wish I hadn't recieved those damn messages. If only I could...


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