Leron sat quietly, his heart heavy with sorrow. The funeral was over, but the pain lingered. "Why did you have to go?" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness. The image of his grandfather, Richard Daymaker, loomed large in his mind, and he felt the weight of his absence profoundly.
Lost in thought, Leron leaned against the tree, the bark rough against his back. He closed his eyes, remembering the warmth of his grandfather's laughter. Suddenly, a soft melody drifted through the air, weaving through the silence like a gentle breeze. Curious, he rose and followed the sound, his heart leading the way.
Lucia stood alone, her voice melding with the night. She sang to the stars, her song a balm for her own heart. The moonlight danced across her features, highlighting the serenity in her expression. As she sang, a twig snapped, breaking the tranquility. Startled, she turned to see Leron standing at the edge of the clearing.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to distract you," Leron said, stepping forward. "That's okay. I was just singing to the stars," Lucia replied with a smile. They talked about the beauty of the night, and Leron found himself captivated by the girl with moonlit hair.
Lucia noticed the tear glistening in Leron's eye. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. "I'll be alright," he replied, though his voice trembled. Feeling the weight of his grief, Lucia gently embraced him, offering comfort without words. "We can talk about it if you want," she offered kindly.
Leron and Lucia sat side by side, the deck beneath them creaking softly. "Thank you for being here," Leron said, his voice steadier now. "Of course. Sometimes just being with someone who understands can help," Lucia replied. As they talked, the moonlight wrapped around them, a silent witness to the beginning of a new friendship.
