Echoes Of the Heart

y became the scene of the daily adventures of Clara and Maxime. Their carefree childhood was pu

own hair flowing around her face, a dazzling smile on the lips. Maxime joined her a short time l

oak. Its low, strong branches we

" Clara would often say, already in

llowed her closely. "

e by side, legs dangling in the air. From up there they could see all by this

from here," said Clara, po

ded Maxime. "We are really lucky

between role-playing game

was natural, each game becoming a shared adventure.One afternoon, while they were playing near the pond, they decided to bui

urmoil. "Yes, and we could sail to t

discussing their ideas. plans and laughing out loud

o the water with pride. Even if it does not float

xime said, watching the

ed, smiling. "We a

although neither are fully aware of it. Their friendship was tinged wi

arge oak. Maxime, looking everywhere, ends up finding her. When he discovered it,

emed to stop

said, her laughter g

idden," replied Maxime, h

ly understand done, was interrupted by the cry of a bird flying away. They stood up

ction also manifested themselves

falling in a whirlwind around them, Clara tripped and

ay?" » he asked, h

ugh her tears. "Yes, it's

om his pocket and pressed it

he said seriously. "Come on

re wrapping the handkerchief around Clara's knee like a bandage improvised. "There," he said, straigh

strengthening their unique bond. They became more and more aware of the importance tha

they lay on the gras

"You think we'll always

t for a moment before answering. "Yes, I think s

sured by his answer

ter, with its snowflakes and slipping on the ice, was particularly appreciated. Clara and

ours!" » exclaimed Clara as she

re taller," replie

colors and scents of blo

he fields, collecting bou

plicity was visible in every burst

ough words. A day, while they were sitting unde

e'll always be this c

sed by her question. "Why ar

ders. " I don't know. Ma

win

an instinctive gesture. "No

se. »Clara smiled, reassured by his ans

ed his hand.

hen their bond, each new adventu

a world all their own, a refug

p was nourished by this complicity natural, of this m

small forest on the edge of

ight. "We could make it our secret hiding

es, no one else should know where sh

where they could meet again in complete peace. This place quickly became th

n to realize that there was something truly special about their relationship. A summer evenin

tly, "I think I love you

t beat faster. "Me t

r a moment, gazing at th

r relationship, a phase where their affection became more and more evident, where innocent games gave way to moments of tenderness

and Maxime often found themse

s and dreams for the future. The clearing, with its rays of sunlight filter

ok to the cover in leather. "I have an idea," she said, handing it t

. "It's a great idea. We can read ever

ir adventures, their thought

carefully chosen words, describing their games, their discoveries and moments of tenderness. Maxim

y side under the big oak tr

don't think I've ever been happi

and. "Me too, Clara. I want

, not only to them but also to their parents and friends, who observed this beautiful complicity with tenderness.One evening, while the wind was blowing gently through the tre

ing to the sky. "The stars

ed. "Yes, it's like they

staring into Clara's. "A story of

but her smile did not fa

, letting the silence speak for them. Words were useless, be

t Clara and Maxime continued to find themselves at the park, wrapped up in thick coats. They

ra arrived at the park with a mischievous smile. "I have a p

ed and touched. "But it's not Ch

ers. "I know, but I wante

overed a handmade braided leather bracelet.

ction. "I did it myself. So that you thin

s wrist and hugged Clara. "I will

knew their days together were counted, and every moment became precious. Their walks in the park, th

ond, Maxime took out a small box from his pocket. "Clara, I

overed a heart-shaped pendant

agnificent," she sa

neck. "I wanted you to have something somet

her hand and smiled through

ve

ed to return to their secret glade for one last time. Sitting side by side, they opened their notebook of memories a

e not

oice a little hoarse. "And t

for the future, letters that they would send to each other,

ever break the b

ye to Clara in front of his home, with a heavy heart.

r

olding back tears. "But we

mis

r parents' car. Maxime stayed there, watching the ca

natural complicity had laid th

the distance and the trials

heir carefree childhood, of their shared adventures, and

around the corner, Maxi

oon,