He was the moon and she was a star. It so happened that amidst the millions she was the dullest and farthest one of all.
Two childhood friends. One famous singer. One introvert. One story of love.
[ cover credits : ItsMeDreamerGurl ]
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"What?"
Esme laughs, actually throws her head back and laughs as she gains speed, her swing moving to and fro with vigour. Her blonde hair is flying everywhere, and Jaxon is mesmerised for a second and savours her laugh.
It's like the world stops. Esme is rarely so carefree; rarely smiles and rarely laughs, that whenever she does, he is completely taken off guard. Even after fifteen years of friendship.
But then the swing starts squeaking like crazy, and Jaxon snaps out of his trance.
"The swing's too old and rusted, Esme. Slow down."
Esme does, and as she does so, Jaxon speaks again.
"What do you mean 'write about now'?"
"Now. Right now. You miss something? Miss this playground and our memories." Esme says, and that's the most he has ever heard her speak.
Something clicks.
He immediately stands up and grabs her hand, sprinting towards the direction of his house with Esme protesting quietly against him. He shouts a greeting to his mother and tears into his room and grabs his guitar. He strums until he finds a nice tune.
Esme sits on his bed, watching him with cautious eyes. She has clammed up again.
Do you remember the playground?
It's growing old
It's lonely with no one around
To remember it anymore
The swings have rusted now
But they still hold my weight
The memories of us and the playground
Is all that I have left
I would wait forever for you
Even if it breaks my heart in two...
Because you said
You will come back
You said
Don't hold back
Esme is quiet for a moment, but then she opens up and starts clapping whilst smiling so bright it almost blinds him.
