“I come here a lot when I need to get away from responsibilities.” Lance suddenly said. Pidge blinked, turning her head to stare at him as he pushed off the ground now and again but unwilling to take flight. “Sometimes life throws a lot, you know? And it’s hard to keep up with it. Stress sucks. So I sit on a swing and fly until I stop thinking so hard about it.”
“And it works?” She whispered. Lance looked up, and she could tell his eyes were shining even in the shadows of the park.
“Yeah. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Did you stop thinking about it?”
“About what?”
He let out a laugh, focusing on swinging again. “If you have to ask, that means it worked.”
@planced MADDY.......... i love all my scenes equally how dare u.....
but... the swings were my favorite to write about.... the first time LOL. second time it hurt me
