I found myself wandering into the park nearby. The benches stood empty, the playground still and silent. It was late, and the world seemed asleep.
I sat on a bench, my breath visible in the cold night air.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories that threatened to overwhelm me.
The bruises ached, a reminder of the life I was trying to leave behind.
I heard footsteps approaching, and my body tensed instinctively.
But it was just an old man walking his dog. He nodded, a look of mild curiosity on his face.
“…”
His presence was a comfort, if only because it was different, unfamiliar.
I watched as he continued down the path, disappearing into the darkness beyond the streetlights.
Alone again, I faced the silence, but this time it was less oppressive.
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