The hill in the park was their favorite place to be alone together. It had memories attached to it, potent and benign in their own unique way. Maybe not always good, but meaningful; moments worth remembering and keeping hold within.

When there were days that piled up and saw their world become exhausting, they had a place to retreat. Theirs alone, and nobody else allowed. And always just when they would need it.

Dedicated to those who downvote my stuff just because. Thanks for the constant attention.