Wait for me, Leo! she’d chirp, her voice trailing after him like a kite string.

Maya sat on a bench at Cedar Lane, sketching the new generation of scouts and chroniclers. A shadow fell over her paper. She didn't look up until she felt a familiar tap on her shoulder. "Took you long enough," she said, closing her sketchbook.

As the years blurred, the playground changed. The blue paint was replaced by sleek steel, and their strides grew longer.

Leo was the scout, always three steps ahead, his untied laces whipping against the pavement. Maya was the chronicler, stopping to inspect every shimmering beetle or unusually smooth pebble.

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Standing by the old, rusted gate of their childhood park, the roles finally flipped. Leo looked at the road ahead, his car packed to the roof. He felt a sudden, sharp gravity.

"Wait for me," he whispered, not as a command, but as a prayer. "Four years. Just wait for me."

He stood up, offering his hand. This time, they walked out of the park at exactly the same pace.