SUNSHOWER

eight.

"well, you're here early."

i sit on the edge of a bench, watching him tune his guitar. "mhm, i am."

"making up for yesterday?"

no, you've simply become my escape. "you can call it that."

"yeah, i guess i can." he chuckles. "would you like a song?"

"a song." i smile. "is this an 'early bird gets the worm' kind of thing?"

kyan hums. "it's more of a riley thing."

"oh." i clear my throat. "then, um, yes. yes, please."

he smiles, strumming his guitar. "here we go, then, riley."

and so, amidst all the ireland chaos, a girl sits and listens to a boy's song.

lovely, isn't it.