Sweet Home

e same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and shared countless memor

he school courtyard, reminiscing about their childhood adventures. The air was filled with laughter

reehouse in your backyard?" Xinia asked

s. "Of course I do! We spent hours hammering na

the chatter of their classmates. The memories

the woods during our camping trip?" Dav

nture. "Oh, that was quite an adventure indeed. We were s

They talked about their favorite movies, their dreams for the future, and everything i

luctantly stood up from the bench. They knew they had to part ways for no

ry lane," Xinia said, her voic

nnection. "Anytime, Xinia. We've been through so much t

e threads of their past. Little did they know that their journey was far from over, and the

m, cherishing the bond they had forged in their youth, and