Cedric held the fishing pole loose in one hand, while his other trailed lazy patterns on the water’s surface. Tiny fish came up to investigate, nibbling hopefully at the tips of his fingers. The heavy storm had mucked up the water and the fish were bold in their movements.
“I miss this, you know,” Cedric admitted to his friend.
Ashton gave a low chuckle. “Miss what?”
“This.” Cedric waved a hand about in the air, gesturing to the world around them. “I miss spending time with you, and the others. We haven’t done something like this in years.”
“It has been a long time, hasn’t it?” There was a pensive tone to Ashton’s voice, a note of sadness in it that made Cedric’s heart tighten. “It seems the day the five of us forged our bond, that it was also the death knell for our old lives. Boyhood
