"Always," she replied. "Now, let's go. We're burning daylight."
As the years blurred, the playground changed. The blue paint was replaced by sleek steel, and their strides grew longer. Playmates: Wait For Me
Maya sat on a bench at Cedar Lane, sketching the new generation of scouts and chroniclers. A shadow fell over her paper. She didn't look up until she felt a familiar tap on her shoulder. "Took you long enough," she said, closing her sketchbook. "Always," she replied
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Maya reached out, catching his hand just like she used to catch the railing of the slide. "I’ve had a lot of practice," she smiled.
"Wait for me," he whispered, not as a command, but as a prayer. "Four years. Just wait for me."