THE ART OF FALLING
Nostalgia clung to the cracked pavement and the rusted streetlamp, a silent witness to how far they’d come.
“I was such a jerk that day,” Jaden said, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes downcast as he kicked at a loose pebble. “You were…”
“You were,” she replied, smirking, a playful sparkle in her eyes. “But somehow… I still ended up falling for you.”
He stopped walking, turning to face her fully. His dark eyes caught the sunlight, and for a moment, the world around them disappeared. “And now?” he asked softly, his voice barely above the breeze.