Wait for me, Leo! she’d chirp, her voice trailing after him like a kite string.
The reunion wasn't cinematic. There were no slow-motion runs through an airport. It was just a Tuesday. Playmates: Wait For Me
Then came the summer before college. The air was thick with the scent of cut grass and the looming silence of departure. Leo was headed west for engineering; Maya was staying local for art. Wait for me, Leo