NaNoWriMo Day 7

Her eyes met his and she laughed a high, humorless laugh now. “Seventeen must seem like such a long way off for you. Three years was too far of a distance for me to reach across and make my feelings known as well, so maybe it is just the same, little one.”

They sat in silence and watched people travel past them on their bikes. The sound of the hour before lunch bell drifted up towards them from further down the road. Eiffel closed his eyes and tried to imagine feeling longing for someone the way Lavender described. Instead, all he could understand was how his heart ached when he thought of Ariclea having broken her promise to talk to him every day. It was not easy to miss anyone, he thought.

Word Count: 7497

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