I turned at the sound of steps and ragged breathing, just in time to see her make her way over to me.
“Here?” she said between breaths. “Why do you make me trudge all this way up here? Couldn’t we have met somewhere slightly more…convenient?”
I shrugged. ‘Here’ was at the top of the hill in midst the old ruins of what once must have been an impressive castle. I was sitting on one of the stones that lay forlorn in the middle of it, gazing across our town below. She sat down beside me.
“We used to go here all the time,” I said. “Remember? When you first moved here. We explored this place inside out, playing knights and whatnot.”
She nodded slowly. “Of course I remember that.” She shot me a sideways glance. “But you still haven’t explained to me what you wanted to tell me.”
“I’m moving,” I said after a while, tears glistening in the corners of my eyes. “We always used to promise how we would graduate together.”
At a loss for words, she drew her arms around me and I sank into her, crying properly for the first time in days.
© 2016
FFfAW, Week 03-08-2016
Photo prompt provided by Louise with the Storyteller’s Abode
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 
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