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everything that happened after the dinner was a blur. there was a lot of cussing, yelling, and threats (mainly on jings end). jing didn't usually ever let jiao get to her, the woman was usually just being childish and it was easy to ignore.
but this time, she got to her. jiao knew as well as anyone else in their family how much north park meant to their family, to jing. they couldn't demolish it, not if jing ever had a say.
so here she was, sitting in the dark park that sat in the middle of haerin, right across from a specific cemetery jing could never find herself able to step foot in for more than five minutes.
terrified. she was terrified of the cemetery. but not because of the ghosts stories kids would tell about cemeteries when they were kids or because of the idea of being surrounded by dead people.
no. this specific cemetery was different than the other cemeteries. jing wouldn't spend hours sitting on a swing, staring at the entrance of other cemeteries while she cried. she wouldn't be afraid to enter other cemeteries.
but this one, north park cemetery, held a little piece of her soul in pale hands. not literally, she hadn't sold her soul or anything. but it felt that way.
at times, she found tranquility in the park. at first, she wasn't able to go anywhere near it either, too scared of the memories it held.
li jing was a coward. on the outside, she was the wealthiest granddaughter in aleigh. on the outside she was li jing, head of the maneater pack, and the most dislikable girl at white chapel college.
but on the inside? on the inside she was just some 16 year old girl who had just lost her best friend of 12 years. on the inside she was frail and traumatized.
she'd come to this park solely to cry. most of the time she was able to refrain from doing so until the people filtered out and went home. some times she wasn't as lucky.
it was nearly midnight at this point, so there was no reason for any families to be here with their loud kids. sometimes there would be a few teenagers lingering around, or the typical drug addict homeless man who minded his own business for the most part.
right now she was alone. but she was never truly alone. she was stuck with her thoughts and the small projector in her brain that continuously played nostalgic scenes of her childhood over and over again.
jing hated crying, yet she couldn't hold back when she came to north park. it was like there was some kind of curse on the park, made specifically for her. she could never be happy at this park again, she figured, too many spoiled memories.
