afaye
He sat on the old wooden bench staring out into the open. He was unaware of all the things around him and the people living their lives as he sat there unsure how he could go on. He had hit a breaking point and this bench was the only thing keeping him grounded. This bench was solid. It was sure. It would more than likely be there tomorrow when he walked through this park again. He didn't have to worry about it being pulled out from underneath him.
She couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was trying to conceal. He had been acting strange towards her since the night at the party. She was worried that something had happened that he didn't want her to know. She decided to ask around but tried to conceal her own reasons for asking so many questions. No one could know the truth.