The Park || Simon & First
Simon was beside her, walking and squinting as the sunlight pierced his eyes. It was crazy to think that something so beautiful could have been the end of him. Could have been.
Simon halted, blinking and staring at First in surprise. WhatâŠ? He begaan walking again to keep up his pace with her as he sputtered a reply. He couldnât say he had heard that oftenâŠor ever.
âUm-â He didnât even know how to answer that. âMy bedroom?â He echoed. It was messy and had clothes everywhere, and comics all over. He grimaced just thinking about the mess he let it become. There were still boxes from moving into town. The last thing he wanted was anyone to see his room.
First laughed, turning around on the spot to walk backwards, facing him. "Let me guess," she said, "your room is an utter mess; there are dirty clothes everywhere and empty bottles of blood littering the floor." Her grin only widened. "Mine too, don't stress. I find comfort in messes."
She turned back around and continued walking, out towards the park's fountain. Years ago, Annabelle had taken Katie out for a walk, hiding a pair of floaters in her bag, and dressed her in her little bathers. She'd tossed her into the fountain with the floaters and played in the water with her for three hours straight. It was a good memory; one that she would always hold close. Â


















