Status: One Shot
Should've Known Better
For Moonlit.Memories Dull or Exciting? {A True Story Contest}
I walk down the familiar streets of my hometown, my eyes scan the distance. I slow my pace, leaning against an old, wooden bench. There are multiple words and names carved into it's light surface. My gaze falls upon a crooked metal basketball hoop, and I shut my eyes.
I hear the bouncing of the orange ball against blacktop. I hear our laughter mixing in the air. Mostly, I hear his voice, saying my name.
With that, I'm not sixteen anymore. I'm back in time; back with him.
I walk down the familiar streets of my hometown, my eyes scan the distance. I slow my pace, leaning against an old, wooden bench. There are multiple words and names carved into it's light surface. My gaze falls upon a crooked metal basketball hoop, and I shut my eyes.
I hear the bouncing of the orange ball against blacktop. I hear our laughter mixing in the air. Mostly, I hear his voice, saying my name.
With that, I'm not sixteen anymore. I'm back in time; back with him.
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Than Trying To Let You Go
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