friend.” She finally said, in a hushed tone. What do you say to that? My hesitation was long before I responded with a shaky tone, though I tried to cover it up with a casual shrug. “He needs one.” The smile that lit her features was wondrous. “I love you.” “I love you guys too.” We finally caught up to him at the seating area. His mother sat far away from us, meanwhile we snapped a blanket place in the middle of the crowd. Things were all laid out on the blanket like a picnic, but neither of us ate, instead we chatted about dragons and video games until the show started. Oz is what we were watching and all of us got in for free because his other mother, Karla, directed it. Half way through, the sky was completely dark now and the only light source was the stage, he leaned over to me smugly, looking at me. had he always been that tall? Wide blue eyes stared into my own as pink lips stretched into an amused smirk. “You look like The Lion.” He commented, pointing towards the frizzy haired woman prancing about in a sunny orange onesie. I allowed a single strained laugh to erupt from my mouth before shaking my head, I looked back over to the stage. “Don’t I always…” He was the same. The same person. The same heart. The same face. Shorter hair, but it was the same. I still knew the good hearted laugh that followed mine, only more delayed. It was lower now. Had his voice gotten lower? I really didn’t know anymore, but I did still know him. Marcel. My Sydney. But Marcel.
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