I made my way to the spot where I usually do things alone.
It was under the shade of a large tree, away from the busy and noisy people.
I find peace there. And I started doing my stuff.
Then I heard laughter.
The laughter was not the type that will creep you out, nor scare you a bit. In fact, its sound was so magical, it can leave you in a daze.
And it lingered in my ears, long enough to make me realize: I know this laughter.
The laughter was his.
My heart skipped a beat.
Was he behind me?

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