𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐌𝐀 - 𝟏𝟖𝟔𝟎𝐬

you were sitting alone at the edge of a small lake, just a short walk from your house. the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the gentle ripples of the water. silence surrounded you, broken only by the soft rustling of the trees.

in your hand, a letter — not just any letter, but a confession of sorts. you had recently turned away one of your oldest friends, laurie laurence — or “teddy,” as you called him — and the regret weighed heavy on your heart. you wrote it especially for him.

the poor boy had poured his heart out to you, but your stubbornness refused to accept it. your fingers nervously crinkled the edges of the paper. then, a voice, achingly familiar, broke the stillness behind you.

“i thought i’d find you here.” it was laurie, leaning casually against a tree, a small, bittersweet smile on his face.