The late night breeze chilled my arms a bit as we walked through the vacant park. "Hedgewood Park" was named after our small city of a few hundred or so.
She walked along, hoodie and all, her shoes making small noises as they smacked against the cracked cement walkway. As usual, she couldn't see me, but I was right beside her. Holding her hand, but she couldn't feel it. Talking to her, but she couldn't hear me. Watching her, but it wouldn't matter. Loving her, but she'll never know. Anything I could do to help, but she wouldn't notice.
Her parents, Stacy and Nick, hadn't come home tonight. Her mom was most likely working late at her waitressing job, at the 24-hour cafe, and her dad, well her dad is most likely doing something he shouldn't be doing. So what did she do? She goes to this damn park. Yeah, it may be empty , but it's not somewhere you want to be at night. Whenever she needs to think, she comes here.
We walked and walked until a small bench came in view. There Rose sit down and closed her eyes, letting the cool night breeze eaze her thoughts. I sat beside her, still holding onto her hand, and watched the park for any unwanted guests.
"I just want to understand," she whispered. Her hands rubbed up and down her face and a sigh of frustration fled her mouth. She reached down and pulled her phone from her jacket pocket, checking for any messages from her parents. There was none, but she didn't seem to mind.
She's okay with her aprents most of the time, though, because she can practicaly stay at a friends house for a week and not get in that much trouble. It always depends on the mood her Father is in.
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Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin
Hayran KurguI see you when you wake in the morning and stare into the mirror with a blank expression. I see you as you throw on pants and a sweatshirt as the weatherman says it's tank-top weather . I see you as you plaster a fake smile across your face for your...
