Tears threatened to spill from the young man's eyes as he watched his little belongings being moved out of his cabin by some buff looking men. Along with these men was a tall white lady giving instructions.
The lady spotted Symere and strutted over to him with a beaming smile. He stood there staring at the lady wondering if he had seen her before.
The lady finally reached over to where Symere stood. "Hello Mr. Woods", she chirped.
When Symere heard her voice, he instantly remembered where he saw her.
**FLASHBACK**
Symere was curled up under his blankets watching 'August Rush' when he heard soft knocks on his door. The short man sat up wondering who it was seeing that he had no family nor friends.
The knocks got louder and impatient so he got up and made his way to the door. He opened the door seeing an unfamiliar face.
" Good afternoon Mr. Woods, I'm Rachel. Do you mind if I come in?". Symere's anxiety started to rise because he was not familiar with this woman.
"I'm sorry but I don't know you ", he muttered while playing with the strings on his sweatpants.
"If you would let me in then maybe I would be able to introduce myself properly". Symere thought about what she said some more before he hesitantly let her inside his home.
" you may take a s-"
"I won't be long"
Symere shook his head embarrassed.
"Ok".
"Mark Powell, your landlord is my dad. He past away on Sunday".
