summer.

A Story by gnafla

It felt like a special summer. Those trees that lined the banks of the river we crossed everyday on the way to school were flowering in a burst of pink, despite being evergreen for the past few years, or so the teachers said.

The very same radiant pair of brown eyes that I often found myself lost in had a different shade today though, like something was on your mind.

“We need to talk…”

“Do you like me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not ready for another relationship. I just got over another person recently, and it was a very painful experience for me.”

“Please don’t wait for me. I am not worth it.”

The rest of the walk was silent. Deep inside I was screaming at myself, rethinking every situation where it could have gone wrong. I started replaying all our experiences together in the projector of my mind, analyzing every moment where I could have screwed up. I was consumed by the fear of what would happen next, would I lose you forever?

The trees didn’t flower on the day after.