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Green memories

It was Spring. She was cycling her way to reach school. The wind had filled her pockets and her heart, everything was so beautiful. Just then, at that very moment when she was supposed to take a swift turn, she could see a pair of eyes follow her. She was a carefree soul and it was alarming.

She kept on hoping for that pair of eyes to lose it's way but no, it kept on following her everywhere she went. So, one day after it had been almost a week of adventure, she stopped on her way to encounter those pair of eyes. She could see a lank boy, no bigger than her sheepishly smirking. But, no she was really offended and wanted an answer. To which he possibly had nothing to say, he only gave her one quick reply , that he wanted to be friends with her. He kept staring at the ground when she flung questions at him.

After having a good yell at him, she suddenly felt morose for she could see his ears go red and his heart possibly bruised. This was what she hated about her, her inability to hurt people. So, she walked up to him and said that they could be friends and she could see him flashing a wide smile. That smile which was enough to reveal his warmer side. Thus, she found a stalker who ended up being a friend.

She eventually found out that he wasn't a bad company at all. They would cycle their way together and share stories all their way for what they didn't have in common was their shared childhood.With time, their cycling adventures ended as life happened  but every time she thought of cycling, she couldn't help but smile about the beautiful memories she had with her friend.

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