Echo of memories

The familiarity of Noah's words awakened in June a melancholy, bittersweet memory of his life during high school, a memory that began on a warm summer afternoon and ended in immense gray clouds, an icy breeze, and a driving rain that soaked each and every one of his bones.

“Loan.”

“I don't know what I'd do without you, Noah, though...he might reject me.”

June would sheepishly admit in front of Noah who looked motivated and confident, of course it was all so that at the moment of his confession he wouldn't hesitate so much.

“And if so, at the very least you tried! That's a brave thing to do. So a possible, 'no', is already assured. What else can happen?”

And Noah was right, there was not much to do, the refusal was already assured.

He had arranged to meet Loan at the end of school hours in the backyard, right next to a park. The day had the most perfect weather, it was the eve of summer.