A cold breeze blows through out the park, the sound of rattling leaves echoed. The chatter of the civilians filled the air. I'd make my way around the people, careful not the bump into them. I would let out a quiet yawn, stretching my arms, then putting them in my hoodie pockets. I stop, glancing up at a copper statue of a man. A podium laid next to it, I'd lean in closer to read what it says. 'Jon J. Toilet' It's been almost two months ever since he disappeared, I still miss him... I'd smile slightly, just now noticing the tears streaming down my face, soon after letting out a chuckle.
"I'll find you...."
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