Lucy grabs Greyson’s hand and never lets go. She pulls him, her intentions being nothing more than a whimsical child’s. Greyson’s grip is hesitant; he’s tripped over this terrain before— his lessons learned. Lucy’s long, brown hair tickles his nose as it’s now caught in the current. They laugh. Lucy slows as she reaches the hill, Greyson’s tread matches, halting at her side. The sky is illuminated by an orange glow of the sun, setting in the distance.
“This is it.” Lucy says with eyes as wide as the horizon.
Greyson turns and runs, but Lucy never lets go. His fingers wriggle and twist, searching for freedom, but Lucy never lets go. He loosens his grip but reciprocates Lucy’s lock for appearances sake. Greyson refuses to let his feet trample over themselves, how else could his journey come to fruition?
Greyson searches the the treeline with his eyes, there’s nowhere to hide. Lucy’s faded from his mind, but she’s still very much attached. She’s become an appendage, Greyson likes the dependability. Lucy never lets go. In no time, Greyson is out of breath. He’s doubled over with knots in his chest; Lucy sits cross-legged by Greyson’s side.
“She can’t be serious.” Greyson’s mind circles itself with no intentions of straightening out.
He contemplates breaking their connection now, but now, now he can’t. He crouches next to Lucy and takes a seat. Greyson realizes that he’s looped around and is right back at the foot of the hill.
“This is it,” Greyson concedes.
Lucy smiles and Greyson’s reaction mirrors her own.
They each rise in synchronization, hands still grasped tight. Each step they take is deliberate and Lucy’s hair still flows in the breeze. They embark into the distance, and Lucy never lets go.
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