“It’s Just Beautiful.”
They sat in front of their old elementary school on the swing set. She carelessly spun ’til the chains were tightly wrapped around each other while he subtly swung.
She untwisted herself and braced for the dizziness to settle in.
She noticed he stopped swinging and was staring at the golden sunset.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Why’d you stop swinging? Aren’t you having fun?” as she spun again.
“I guess you could call it that.”
A sick feeling came to her stomach, as if it twisted itself like the chains on her swing. She hung her head as she unspun, lightly kicking her feet through the mulch.
“It’s hard to explain,” he continued.
“What is?” she asked, trying not to show her sadness and held her breath, expecting her worst nightmare to finally come true.
“I don’t know. Just being here with you, it brings a lot of good memories. It also makes me think about the new memories we’ll make.”
She stopped holding her breath and smiled wide.
“And with this sunset…” he added, “I don’t know. It’s just beautiful.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He started beaming and swung higher than before.