Playmates: Wait For Me 〈Simple ✦〉

He stood up, offering his hand. This time, they walked out of the park at exactly the same pace.

Leo was the scout, always three steps ahead, his untied laces whipping against the pavement. Maya was the chronicler, stopping to inspect every shimmering beetle or unusually smooth pebble. Playmates: Wait For Me

The reunion wasn't cinematic. There were no slow-motion runs through an airport. It was just a Tuesday. He stood up, offering his hand

As the years blurred, the playground changed. The blue paint was replaced by sleek steel, and their strides grew longer. Maya was the chronicler, stopping to inspect every

Wait for me, Leo! she’d chirp, her voice trailing after him like a kite string.

He always did. He’d pause at the summit of the "Dragon Tail" slide, looking back with a grin that showed off a missing front tooth. He’d wait until her hand gripped the safety rail before he took the plunge into the woodchips below.