[ IP ] Park bench at night

Soft white light bathed the park along the lonely street as the tall tree shivered and shook in the cold breeze, handfuls of leaves scattering down below. A few emerald green spatters painted the darkened brown bench as the wood began to groan and moan in its dissent. Rusted bolts turned in the sockets as the gaps between each board widened and the foliage colored its surface no more. Returning to normal with a few relieved creaks, the bench seemed to let out a sigh as the light flickered just above. 
 
 Turning ever so slightly on its legs, the bench noticed what the light had signaled. A man dressed in a wool coat, dark pants and a sweater led a woman dressed in bright, soft clothes to the spot. They approached with smiles on their faces and laughter filling the air. The bench fell still, the tree quietened, and the light continued to shine calmly. The young man strode up to the bench, dusting off the surface and leading the lady by her hand to the ipen seat. 
 
 They sat together as the hour grew late, few pauses broke the excited and warm chatter that they shared. Bells in the distance struck nine as the man slid slowly from his seat. She watched on as he stood upon bended knee, an arm and hand extended with a tiny box. He breathed nervously, the heat escaping into the air. She welled up with tears as her gloved hands reached for her mouth. A word of consent and an embrace. They left just as they had came. 
 
 Iron dragged upon the concrete as the bench returned to its resting place, the wooden slats rasping in relief. The light flickered happily as the tree wept softly, branches shaking in the air. Another moment had come and gone, a memory that they all shared sitting upon the lonely little street. 
 
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 *edit: fixed a small error in the third paragraph.
