Echoes Of the Heart
y became the scene of the daily adventures of Clara and Maxime. Their carefree childhood was pu
own hair flowing around her face, a dazzling smile on the lips. Maxime joined her a short time l
oak. Its low, strong branches we
" Clara would often say, already in
llowed her closely. "
e by side, legs dangling in the air. From up there they could see all by this
from here," said Clara, po
ded Maxime. "We are really lucky
between role-playing game
was natural, each game becoming a shared adventure.One afternoon, while they were playing near the pond, they decided to bui
urmoil. "Yes, and we could sail to t
discussing their ideas. plans and laughing out loud
o the water with pride. Even if it does not float
xime said, watching the
ed, smiling. "We a
although neither are fully aware of it. Their friendship was tinged wi
arge oak. Maxime, looking everywhere, ends up finding her. When he discovered it,
emed to stop
said, her laughter g
idden," replied Maxime, h
ly understand done, was interrupted by the cry of a bird flying away. They stood up
ction also manifested themselves
falling in a whirlwind around them, Clara tripped and
ay?" » he asked, h
ugh her tears. "Yes, it's
om his pocket and pressed it
he said seriously. "Come on
re wrapping the handkerchief around Clara's knee like a bandage improvised. "There," he said, straigh
strengthening their unique bond. They became more and more aware of the importance tha
they lay on the gras
"You think we'll always
t for a moment before answering. "Yes, I think s
sured by his answer
ter, with its snowflakes and slipping on the ice, was particularly appreciated. Clara and
ours!" » exclaimed Clara as she
re taller," replie
colors and scents of blo
he fields, collecting bou
plicity was visible in every burst
ough words. A day, while they were sitting unde
e'll always be this c
sed by her question. "Why ar
ders. " I don't know. Ma
win
an instinctive gesture. "No
se. »Clara smiled, reassured by his ans
ed his hand.
hen their bond, each new adventu
a world all their own, a refug
p was nourished by this complicity natural, of this m
small forest on the edge of
ight. "We could make it our secret hiding
es, no one else should know where sh
where they could meet again in complete peace. This place quickly became th
n to realize that there was something truly special about their relationship. A summer evenin
tly, "I think I love you
t beat faster. "Me t
r a moment, gazing at th
r relationship, a phase where their affection became more and more evident, where innocent games gave way to moments of tenderness
and Maxime often found themse
s and dreams for the future. The clearing, with its rays of sunlight filter
ok to the cover in leather. "I have an idea," she said, handing it t
. "It's a great idea. We can read ever
ir adventures, their thought
carefully chosen words, describing their games, their discoveries and moments of tenderness. Maxim
y side under the big oak tr
don't think I've ever been happi
and. "Me too, Clara. I want
, not only to them but also to their parents and friends, who observed this beautiful complicity with tenderness.One evening, while the wind was blowing gently through the tre
ing to the sky. "The stars
ed. "Yes, it's like they
staring into Clara's. "A story of
but her smile did not fa
, letting the silence speak for them. Words were useless, be
t Clara and Maxime continued to find themselves at the park, wrapped up in thick coats. They
ra arrived at the park with a mischievous smile. "I have a p
ed and touched. "But it's not Ch
ers. "I know, but I wante
overed a handmade braided leather bracelet.
ction. "I did it myself. So that you thin
s wrist and hugged Clara. "I will
knew their days together were counted, and every moment became precious. Their walks in the park, th
ond, Maxime took out a small box from his pocket. "Clara, I
overed a heart-shaped pendant
agnificent," she sa
neck. "I wanted you to have something somet
her hand and smiled through
ve
ed to return to their secret glade for one last time. Sitting side by side, they opened their notebook of memories a
e not
oice a little hoarse. "And t
for the future, letters that they would send to each other,
ever break the b
ye to Clara in front of his home, with a heavy heart.
r
olding back tears. "But we
mis
r parents' car. Maxime stayed there, watching the ca
natural complicity had laid th
the distance and the trials
heir carefree childhood, of their shared adventures, and
around the corner, Maxi
oon,