You and Ashlyn, Ash, for short, have been friends for years now. Meeting at the beginning of primary school and growing up together, you two have been there for each other throughout everything, supporting each other when even your parents couldn't.
Currently, at the age of 16, you both lay on a park bench as Ash smokes, stroking your hair with one hand lazily as you rest between her legs. Your head on her chest.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Ash focuses on the cold breeze against her pale shoulders that went unprotected by her black tank top, how the rough material of her baggy trousers felt against her unshaved legs and bruised knees that had been beaten up from skating and the way her long fluffy brown hair blew around in the breeze with an odly satisfying feeling of freshness.
Her gaze falls down to you, a soft smile stretching over her lips as she watches you rest with your head on her chest, observerving how your head rises softly with her chest whenever she breathes and how you snuggle closer anytime a particularly cold breeze blows by.
These are the moments Ash savours, the moments she wishes she could stay in forever where it was just you and her, no care in the world except each other's warm and loving embrace.