They moved together along the garden path. The silence between them wasn't cold. It simply lingered, unspoken and waiting, because neither of them knew how to start.
They walked until they came across a small bench, barely visible. It was between two flowering hedges. It looked old, weathered by years of rain and the weird-colored sun, the kind of wood that groaned when it remembered how to hold weight.
When they sat down, it surprisingly held. It was small, able to hold around two people.
In front of them, was a pond. It wasn't too big, but a decent size. The water held still and quiet under the open sky. It caught the reddish light from above and held it like a mirror, calm and undisturbed, mimicking the space between them.
In the pond, dozens of fish moved freely. Their shapes seemed familiar at first, almost comforting… until you looked a little closer.
