The Park

Megan walked over to a large oak tree and sat down, back against the trunk and head down, resting it on her knees. Brooke crawled over to her.

“Baby,” she said, “I know it's hard, but...” Brooke's voice faded into the wind, as her bright eyes faded with the setting sun. “I need you.”

“I need you too.” Megan spoke without thinking, and fast; her head still down. But it didn't matter. She knew they needed each other. There was no denying it.