Trixy's Pov
Softly the swing chains were creaking below me, their familiar tune of my childhood. A soft light from the old lamp-post was shining across the Villa de Ortega's park, but its light was reaching only up to the grass and not the dark shadows where I was sitting. It was our playground, our secret little kingdom, the place we once called ours - Zyron and me. Yet now, it seemed to be a battle inside my chest.
It wasn't my intention to be here at night. Just like that my feet took me here as if some invisible power was guiding its every step. That's when I noticed him.
Zyron.
From behind the park, he came into view with his guitar slung over his shoulder and his steps were slow, almost heavy. Without delay, I went into freeze mode, deeply submerged in the shadows. Caught in my breath, I was.
Why am I hiding?
Because if I disembark from here without being noticed, I am quite sure that my heart will be more upset than me.
