Read/Z's Short Scenes/Forgotten Trail
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Beautiful sunshine lays its grace upon the abundance of greens, with dots of color littered around as flowers and animals.
Wide, even grounds lay surrounded by houses, little kids having fun and creating mischief on them. The adults sat on their doorsteps, each holding something in their hands. Some articles of clothing, others woodwork—not one is idle.
A girl just past teenagehood is among them, with an old shirt in her hand. She hummed a familiar tune, her hands following the fast-paced rhythm, a testament to her mending skills.
"What'cha humming, Maggie?" A youth's voice interrupted her focus, causing her to mark her finger in error. Bright red blood seeped into the shirt, causing Maggie to run hastily towards the river.
"Aww, dammit! My favorite shirt!" Even though her voice was filled with frustration, her hands carefully rubbed the fabric, paying attention to avoid using her bleeding finger.
A rustling sound of someone running caught her attention. Turning her head to the side, she saw Jil, the boy who caused all this.
"Maggie! Are you alright? Look at you, take care of your wound first at least." He squatted down beside her and grabbed the shirt from her hands. But her tightened grip prevented him from doing so.
"I'll wash it for you, go treat your wound first." Even if Jil isn't drop-dead gorgeous, his gin lights up his whole face, rarely did anyone refuse him when he presented himself like this.
But Maggie seems immune to it, as she tugged the shirt right out of his hands. Jil didn’t dare to put too much strength as he knew Maggie regarded this shirt as more precious than herself.
Silence surrounded them since they went to the river the children's sounds were far away, Jil can’t stand this silence, “Hey, I didn’t mean anythin-”
“Just go… Jil, I want to be alone.” Her first words caused Jil to flinch at the unusual coldness, Maggie changed her tone since she feels like it wasn’t appropriate to act like that because of a piece of clothing.
Jil scratched his head, debating over staying here and comforting her, or leaving as she requested.
A few minutes paused yet Jil stayed. Maggie started shaking, her hands gripping the shirt tighter and tighter.
Jil was dumbfounded. What is he supposed to do now? He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately wrapped his hands around her form, pulling her in.
Wetness pooled on his collarbone. The shaking didn’t stop.
The rubbing hand on her back eased her hiccups, a hesitant voice whispered to the wind, as if still not yet decided whether the speaker wanted to be heard or not, but wanting to let it out.
“This is wrong, why is it wrong…”
Jil was confused, but he didn’t ask, just listened. After confirming that she wasn’t going to continue, he moved his hand and rubbed her head.
“Whatever it is, whether you want to tell me or not, I’m here for you, Maggie.”
Maggie looked up at him, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. Just as she was about to respond, the sounds of water splashing caught their attention.
Maggie hastily put distance between herself and Jil. The position they were in would cause rumors if others saw them.
The sounds of water splashing got closer and closer until they saw the form of a person swimming near them.
It seems like he was chasing something. He stopped suddenly after getting close enough for them to see him. He also seemed to sense their presence, as he lifted his head and rubbed the water from his face as he scanned their direction.
With a plop, Maggie’s shirt fell off her grasp and was immediately swept away by the current. The man saw this. He swam towards it, then slowly approached them, reaching out his hand to offer the shirt back.
But Maggie didn’t move, and neither did he. Their gaze stopped at each other.
Self-driving carriages, sky-high structures, people squished into boxes. A plethora of images passed through their minds. None of it makes sense, yet one thing sticks out to both of them.
The first half of these images contain the person in front of them.
The man stayed silent, too shocked to utter a word. But one thing came out of Maggie’s mouth that caused his eyes to clear.
“Trev..?”
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