childhood memories || sydney & winter
Winter wasn’t one for sentimentality over her childhood, especially when she looked back on her memories and only saw piles and piles of garbage for her to sift through or repress. However, the minute she heard the name of the woman sitting behind her, something came flooding back that she couldn’t stop herself from remembering.
Growing up, she’d moved around a lot, it was true, and the chance to make friends was often few and far between. But for the first nine years of her life, she’d been in one place, just long enough to become the best of friends with the girl who had turned into the woman who she now turned to look at, taking in who she had become. She felt a strange mix of emotions, joy and excitement, mixed with fear and resentment. She’d been ripped away from her friend so suddenly, so quickly, it was difficult to not feel the bad along with the good.
She could only hope that Sydney remembered her as well.
Taking a deep breath in, she squared her shoulders and walked over, taking a seat without asking and resting her elbows on the table, leaning forward a bit. “Hello Sydney.”
