Gemotions

From her vantage point in the park, Clara observed David, his shoulders slumped as he sat on the swings. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple. She felt a lightness within, an almost buoyant sensation.

He looked up, meeting her gaze, his expression clouded with anxiety. "I don't even know what to say."

Clara strolled toward him, kicking a loose pebble. "Say you’ll send me postcards? From like… cool places?"

She perched on the swing next to him, gently pushing herself back and forth. A giggle escaped her lips.

“I can’t believe it… you’re actually going to leave me!” he stated.

“Who knows! I might just fly up and visit you. Wouldn't that be great?”