Warning:
this story is more about depression and and getting over the trauma of losing a loved one.
So if you have lost a loved one than don't read this story unless you are at peace with yourself.
Other than that. Enjoy the story
We start off this chapter by looking down at what appears to be a full veiw of many bushes moving past the camera at a very fast rate, It looked as if the camera was flying, then out of no where, withing the "bushes" was a small park. The "camera" flew around the park and then slowly started to go down.
This reveals that those "bushes" were actually the top of trees.
The park made up of many different areas for kids to play in, there was a swing set, a yellow slide, some tunnels leading to different areas of the park, monkey bars, a spiral pole, and a small rock climbing wall.
The camera lands on the ground near the bottom of the slide, there we see something curled up right under neath the slide.
The camera then changes angles to reveal that the "camera" was just the perspective of a crow, it's feathers were slightly ruffled, making it look like it had hair slicked back.
(Like this but imaging it on the ground)
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it's red eyes looked at the figure as it tilted its head from side to side. It would hop closer to the lump on the ground, then it got close to it. It turned out that small lump was a small boy curled up, but this boy looked familiar. He was slightly shivering from the wind that blew under the park.
The crow then lightly pecked the boys head, it was trying to wake him up, and it worked.
The boys eyes slowly started to flutter open. Once they were fully open he sat up from the ground and streched a bit, it was none other thanked Y/n, he let out a cute yawn and rubbed his blood shot eyes.
Y/n: *sniff* what?
After rubbing his eyes, y/n looked around and say where he was.
