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Elizabeth The evening had the kind of warmth that felt borrowed, like the day had decided to stay a little longer than it was meant to. It was so calm and breezy, I could have actually enjoyed this.. if I were with anyone else. Richmond Park was alive in a soft way. People scattered across the paths, laughter carrying without urgency, the air smelling faintly of grass and dust and something sweet from the vendor carts near the gates. It was like a shield, or maybe a break from the harsh reality the pack faced. People in here behaved like there hadn't been a Summons just days ago to address the rogue killings and infestation.

Yvonne Brook picks up the petals of the Jacaranda on Ada Wood's shoulder and blows them off. "Apart from the place where you meet , there are only" Autum Pleasant "and nearby parks. Such a short time is not enough for you to meet . Then there are only Autum Pleasant. Without the pass, you can only walk in the park nearby. " "detective, I love you better." "Don't be garrulous. I've told you many times that Aaron is not a good thing. " "I see. I just went there to have a rest. I didn't meet it anyway, did I?"

He continued along the park edge path — the familiar route, the body knowing the dips and the risings, the attended walk that had been the practice for eight years and was still discovering new things in the same sequence of stones and trees and light. He walked until the path returned him to the street, and then he walked back toward the apartment through the April city, the committed green above him, the returning warmth on his face. He was glad. End of Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven

“Outside outside?” “Yes. Not hospital. Not balcony. Not car. I want to walk somewhere.” He didn’t hesitate. “Okay.” An hour later, they were walking through a quiet park. Trees swayed gently above them. Children ran across the grass. An elderly couple sat on a bench feeding birds. Life happening everywhere without effort. Tiana inhaled deeply. The air felt different here. Lighter. Alive. She slowed her steps. Not from tiredness. From awareness. She wanted to feel everything.

Why would we go to the park? -- The walk was so awkward. The park is kinda far and we decided to just walk. I didn't go get changed as he said that we'll still go somewhere which is in the park. We're walking pass the empty streets, we chose a path with which only few people pass through. We both don't like busy streets. PHILIP'S POV I badly wanna talk to her, I badly wanna hear her voice but I don't know how, I don't know what topic I could open for us to be able to communicate.

"It's... Vienna's hearing aid..." "Why is it in your backpack?" Mom cried. "Why is Vienna's hearing aid in your backpack? Answer me!" "I was just doing what you said..." Sadie's voice shook. "You said Vienna needed to be independent. I thought if she walked home alone... even without it... she'd learn." Mom went still. "So you took her hearing aid?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And sent her across the street alone?" "I was only trying to help—"

Jamie chuckles again, “Maybe we can come out some time just for ristretto. I mean, not just for ristretto, we can just come out, some time.” I nod, “We totally should.” and hence, I ask, “Do you have time? Mind to have a little walk with me?” Shyly, Jamie puts up a smile and nods, “Sure. It’s my pleasure.” After a little chat by the bench, holding the coffee cups in our hands, we started to take a walk in the park. Contrasting from the bustling street, this park located in the middle is rather peaceful. It is almost a former garden like the one I saw in Peyton Mansion, except for it looks livelier here.

I was ready to be ordinary. We spent most of the morning walking the streets, noticing where things were. We saw which paths led to the market and which ones led to the quieter parts of town, where the park began and where the road led out to the edges. Salvage Park was even more impressive up close. The trees were huge and offered lots of shade, and the paths wound through them made of smooth, flat stones fitted together perfectly. Old men sat on benches playing games. Children ran between the flower beds with almost theatrical energy. A few people walked slowly with no particular place to go, just moving through the beauty of the park. "I want to come back here," Lio said as we passed the

Something that I couldn’t understand, but I could feel clearly. By now, we had walked into a park with a pond with a fountain on top and several rows of statues surrounding the pond. The park was quiet this morning, but for some time it had been bustling with visitors of all ages. For me, there are no beautiful points of the park, just a monotonous and unmemorable pond. To get to the pond we had to walk on a neat path with flowers blooming on the right and left sides of the path. It was like walking to a wedding altar.