Memories In The Park
I ended up at the park, where echoes of laughter clung to the swings and slides. Memories of happy picnics and soccer games looped relentlessly, bittersweet and sharp.
It had always been our spot, the family’s oasis. Now, it haunted me with what could’ve, should’ve been.
I sat on a familiar bench, letting the past and present intertwine in a tangled mess, feeling the weight of lost innocence.