Two Timing

By the lake, after the rain, Cecilia and Nathaniel arrived first, discovering a quaint little pavilion nestled among the trees.

Nathaniel stood still, eyes drifting over the familiar landscape. After a moment, he murmured, “I’ve been here with you before.”

Cecilia blinked in confusion. “With me? Are you sure?”

“You don’t remember?” Nathaniel turned to her, his voice soft but laced with quiet disappointment.

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Maybe it wasn’t that she’d forgotten- maybe the memories had simply blurred together.

After all, he looked so much like Nicholas. Sometimes, she wasn’t sure which face belonged to which memory.