"I don't know what I'm doing," Leo admitted, sitting on the tailgate of his brother’s old truck.
"I... I got you this." He fumbled a small, crushed box out of his pocket. Inside was a keychain of a pixelated cat—a reference to an inside joke from three months ago.
They sat there—two kids caught between childhood and whatever comes next—holding hands in the quiet. It wasn't perfect, and it might not last forever, but it was theirs. And for now, that was plenty.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Leo admitted, sitting on the tailgate of his brother’s old truck.
"I... I got you this." He fumbled a small, crushed box out of his pocket. Inside was a keychain of a pixelated cat—a reference to an inside joke from three months ago.
They sat there—two kids caught between childhood and whatever comes next—holding hands in the quiet. It wasn't perfect, and it might not last forever, but it was theirs. And for now, that was plenty.
