“We’d spend hours down here, remember?” she said, gazing across at the familiar view, her memories dancing as ethereal spectres upon the sports field.
They’d been such joy filled hours, packed with fun and games: skipping and jumping and turning cartwheels; running until breathless, before tumbling in a heap on the grass; vibrant laughter strengthening their bond even further.
Her brother didn’t answer – he hadn’t been able to since the accident – but she could see the spark of happy memories cavorting behind his eyes, too.
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