It used to be our spot. This bench by the pond.
I sat down with a quiet sigh, holding onto the brown paper bag.
I missed our time together, here. Watching the birds squabble over the small pieces of bread or crackers that we tossed to them.
But that time was long gone. We no longer had the same bond.
Still...that didn't mean I didn't miss it.
I reached into the bag, grabbing a handful of bread crumbs, and tossed them towards the ducks in the nearby pond.
It wasn't the same....
-Inspiration from past experience and watching an Episode of Detective Conan
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