The one for Amelia

g a soft, golden light that filtere

fingers brushing the hem of her jacket a

re today, but somehow, the quie

re she could take a breath and let the weight of

g path, the crunch of fallen leaves

y, their rhythmic foot

from the playground in the dista

-tangled and heavy, a mix o

hinking about

cribe it, but there was so

iet confidence that never seemed forc

he could see right through her, into some deeper p

t at that café, their conversation ligh

the park before, but they hadn'

a felt drawn to this spot. It was as though the

e old oak tree at the center of the park, its twi

she had often visited when s

surroundings, the patch of grass where she used to sit, the

ere soon interrupte

ket. His dark hair was messy in that effortless way, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He d

ipped in her chest, and she felt the familiar rush of

between them w

curled into a slow smile, the way

though both of them were waiting f

little quieter than usual, as though she

rm, and she felt a shiver of an

ling those deep, dark eyes that always seemed to

xpect to se

f-smile tugging at the corner of he

ving hers. "I get that. This

t the tree beside him. They stood there in a comfortable silence for a few moments, just

eful, almost s

silence. "So, what's be

hesit

d him to ask such

ould sense the storm inside her, e

eight, unsure of

ed," she said, the wo

m still figuring out where I'm

r a moment, his exp

quiet but firm. "It's easy to

away, even if it's for a minute

f moment, she felt like he understood

feel seen, in a way that was

them, carrying a weight that felt far t

ere you're supposed to be?" she aske

she was opening up

r, or maybe it was just the raw vuln

s, she couldn'

pression

ime," he sa

that's when you're exact

ith where you are, even if

slowly, his wo

out the way he spoke-calm and measured-that made her feel like she could

that, the two of them speakin

he way two people who were just beginning t

lk on the grass even when there was a perfectly good path, or how ne

Amelia couldn't help but feel the p

he spoke, the way his eyes locked onto hers with a

e in a way she hadn't

adows across the park, Amelia found herself wishing

out," she said reluctant

getting

didn't move right awa

t, as though he were sear

came here to

ed at the sinceri

ng that would capture the way she was feeling,

hem moving, both of them caught in the quie

f the tree, his hand brushing ag

his voice low, almost as if he w

lied, her voice stead

etween them. Something unspoken, something undeniable. And as she walked away, she fou