A/N- first of all, i have to say, recently i’ve been having a hard time trying to write up fluffy pieces of writing because i usually write based on my moods. And i always put a bit of myself in my characters because they are, after all, made from my imagination. And i've been feeling pretty ‘boohoo’ recently, so this one- I’m sorry to say- is yet another non-fluffy drabble, but i’ll never take away the romance. ever.

carry on.

Cloudless

My favourite place in the world, oddly enough, happened to be at a playground. I don’t ever think I truly got over my childhood joy of the swing sets that I can find here.

It was pretty chilly today, despite the spring season. Bundled in my coat, I sat down on a swing, my feet touching the ground. Since my legs have grown too long for it to dangle in mid air, I gripped the metal chains and pushed off, swinging my legs gently until my feet were lifted off of the sand.

Higher and higher I would go up with the wind brushing past me and my hair flying everywhere across my face.

When I was little, I’ve always tried to go as high as I could, just to feel the exhilaration when gravity pulls you back down and then to go back up again in an arch. I was determined to swing as high as I could while gripping onto the metal chains for dear life.

A full moon shone brightly overhead, right above my head as I swung up, a beautiful clear evening, no clouds or anything. I reached up towards the sky with one hand as I swung, of course, my hand grasped nothing but air, which I felt as it cut past me while I was on the swing.

The hand I had removed from gripping the metal chains on the swing caused the imbalance of my swinging motion to jerk slightly. When my swinging became off, I remembered I used to tilt my head backwards and see everything upside down while my swing speed decreased.

I did this while tilting my head back, except I closed my eyes. It’s a strange feeling, with the constant movement and the fall of the wind drawing to a breeze. When I was little, I remembered sharing memories of the swings with a boy.

I skidded to a stop with the heels of my feet, causing the swing set and I to jerk around a little before slowly moving to a halt. I opened my eyes and looked up at the dark blue night sky.

A few years back when I was sixteen, I had met a boy who was older than me by three years. It’s more than half the reason why the swing sets became a fond memory and a place I couldn’t help but come back to every time after he left.

“It’s you again. You’re the girl that said hi to me last time.” I twisted in my swing and smiled at the older boy seated beside me, rocking on his heels back and forth while sitting in his own swing.

“You don’t think we’re too old for this?” I joked, grinning at the black haired boy who was easy on the eyes.

“No way. We’re the real ones that know how to enjoy the swings! Like this!” He moved sideways on his swing until his arm was circled around the pole beside him. He let go and purposely bumped into me, making both of us burst into laughter.

“Oh you’re on!” I mocked, following his example as he grabbed onto the pole again. This time, I stuck out my foot, aiming to kick him away as he swung sideways towards me.

We made it that every Saturday we would meet at the swing sets and spend time together there. It was unspoken how much I enjoyed his company.

I swung high up into the air underneath a bright sun, making me shut my eyes. I titled my head backwards and opened my eyes to see Bryce. I called out his name in excitement and jumped off.

“Whoa Nara, don’t hurt yourself!” Bryce rushed to help me up as I brushed the sand off my jeans. Thankfully I had landed on my knees and hands.

He guided me down onto a swing, which I sat down on. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him when he himself sat down on the swing beside me. The first time I had ever been in love, and it was with him.

I was too busy looking at his face to notice he had brought along a guitar along with him until I heard him strumming.

“I learned how to play your favourite song.” He said softly, looking at me under his eyelashes before closing his eyes and singing softly. He had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. It was soft and smooth and he sang the words like an angel as if the words came from his heart.

Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well, I don't care, you're here tonight

And I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

I can be your hero

The last note rung out and it seemed to go on and on before slowly fading away, leaving nothing but the silence. The way he opened his eyes and looked at me, made my heart race, pounding so fast I had trouble breathing.

The way he looked at me made me fall so deep for him, completely head over heels. Just feeling his eyes on me was like an electric shock throughout my whole body.

He was older than me though. He was eighteen then and I was sixteen. While I was still going through my teenager years, he was preparing to become an adult. Soon Bryce had little time for me. He would skip some Saturdays because he had exams.

Sometimes I would feel like a little kid compared to him. He had more experience in life than me. But despite the warnings of his graduation coming up, I could tell it was true love when we shared our first kiss.

“Nara. You’re here.” Bryce had shown up one Saturday after not having come here for almost a month now.

“I hope you aren’t coming here every Saturday… you know I can’t make it every week.” He explained, still breathing hard as he had apparently ran here.

I didn’t want him to think I had too much free time even if I had shown up every Saturday at the swing sets anyways.

“No, it’s only a coincidence that I’m here today.” He seemed to believe me.

There was so much tension in the air. Every Saturday that he did not come, I had spent many hours by myself thinking about him. And now that he was actually here, I felt awkward but secretly happy that he had found some time for me.

“Nara… I’ve missed you.” Bryce said in a soft voice, standing in front of me while I sat on my swing, my feet planted onto the sand.

I had to blink my eyes a bit and I desperately wanted to say something, anything, but I was too joyful at hearing these words after weeks of waiting for him, to do anything but sit there.

He didn’t seem to care about my lack of response since he bent down, his face so close to mine, but yet not touching. I could feel his warm breath on my warm cheeks. I shivered, feeling like my nerves were on fire.

He kissed me. He kissed me like he meant it. His kiss made me feel like my heart was going to explode. His kiss was chemistry.

Every day, time seemed to be getting increasingly slower and slower. It was hard to get up each morning, since I had nothing to look forward to. I might be waiting for someone.

Tomorrow will come, the day after will come, and thereafter. Weeks have flown by, months have passed, and years have gone by, one by one. Seconds, minutes, hours, days...

I picked up my pencil and took out some paper and began to write.

Bryce,

I had imagined so many, many times that I would see you again. So many times that I would imagine myself being with you. I miss you. When will I see you again? I haven’t seen you in years and I feel like I’m becoming desperate. I really don’ t want to think that we’re becoming two strangers. I can’t even stop visiting that place, hoping you would one day show up. I still love you. Please come back.

Feeling frustrated and obviously this was going nowhere, I scrunched up the paper in defeat and threw it into the trashcan. I can’t write down crap to feel better.

I grabbed my coat, my scarf, my gloves, and the only hat I had and headed out the door without breakfast.

It was winter and snow was falling. The swing seats were wet so I didn’t bother sitting on them. Instead, looking at the swing sets was enough for me to remember Bryce.

Five years have past since he moved away, and yet I still come back here every Saturday, the day of the week we always used to spend time together.

It had been hard, thinking about what Bryce could be doing.

I decided not to go with the swings today, instead I headed towards the balance beams that were available for use at the playground. With my foot, I brushed off the delicate snow that layered there and stepped on. Remembering when I used to have gymnastics in Gym class back in high school, I spread out my arms for balance and slowly placed each foot forward. I closed my eyes and decided to do this blindly, hoping to God I would not slip and break something.

This was the exact feeling. The feeling of inching forwards, little by little, hesitating and wavering. This is how I had been feeling. Waiting, too. I had been waiting.

One of my feet slipped and my eyes immediately snapped open when I lost my balance, making me fall onto the soft snow covered ground, falling onto my hands and knees. This felt familiar. Before with Bryce, I had fallen onto my hands and knees too, except it was because I jumped off the swing.

I felt a bit dazed, sitting there on the ground with the cold winter wind blowing into my face. I could see my warm breath as I took each breath.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew my hat away. I knew I should have worn a toque, but a baseball hat was all I could find to shield my head from the falling snow.

I got up to chase after it, missing it by the fingertips, as the wind kept blowing it further and further away.

A tuft of black hair made me forget about my hat, even when it landed on my feet. I looked to see the swing set in front of me. The nostalgic feeling returned.

The familiar feeling swept through me, making my heart pound in my chest. I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me when I saw a guy sitting on a swing with black hair, his back to me.

My breathing hitched and I almost choked.

A/N- i dunno about this one. in my eyes, i find it pretty fast past. originally, i wanted to drag it out, but then i would have elongated it some more since I kept thinking that I was going to make this one an actual drabble. didnt accomplish that either.

the lyrics are from Hero by Enrique Iglesias.

i've always wondered why indenting paragraphs are not available on the editing tool...

anyways,

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-sayacinari