Jan 20, 2016
a teenager(?) sits on the left side of a solitary bench. it’s quiet, enough that she can hear the cars swooshing through the hill below, the placid chirp of birds in the trees and the rustle of the leaves in the subtle wind. his head is dipped between his legs. he seemed upset, but sakura couldn’t tell, with the hidden facial features. but the body language suggested it. sakura sits on the right side of the bench, the center empty.
❛ what’s wrong? ❜ her voice breaks the dormant silence, flooding it with something soft and pensive. she didn’t know him, but she still asked. he looked like he needed it.
@kuragus // liked.
