A Walk In The Park Book Review の小説・ストーリー

“Park it.” “Okay sir.” He quickly scurried off. “Let's go.” Jaxon said, then filed in like all this wasn't weird. But still she followed, her eyes wandering to all the perfectly trimmed and maintained green grass surrounding them, species of flowers that certainly looked rare, but added to the beauty and fragrance (it smelled heavenly). Beautifully carved stones, lined with lanterns created a clean path for them to walk on and with the waterfall adding a soothing sound to it, Reene was certain this was the perfect place for any novel reader or writer.

Then his footsteps, measured and deliberate as always, falling into pace just slightly behind my shoulder. I looked straight ahead and absolutely did not smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The park was wide and green and full of the kind of ordinary chaos that felt almost foreign to me after days inside that perfectly controlled mansion. Children running. A man walking three dogs that clearly had three completely different agendas. Two women on a bench sharing food from a container and arguing about something with the comfortable intensity of people who'd been arguing about the same thing for twenty years. I pressed my hand to my stomach and just... breathed.

Dominic said as he sat down on the bench. "I won't be long, I promise," I said before turning and walking down the path. There's a large park at the edge of town and I wanted to go for a little walk. It's been a long time since I have had enough energy to walk like this. And I wanted to take the opportunity to do so, outside of his territory. Everything smelled so fresh, so new. It didn't feel like I was an intruder on someone else's territory. The human territory is unclaimed, free of wolves' claim.

Everyone looked so happy, and I wondered if I’d ever feel that way. I walked into the park, making sure to keep my senses open. Keeping to the back paths to avoid people as much as possible, I smelled a lot of things from hot dogs to pretzels, and even champagne. My sense of smell was incredible, but I still couldn’t find the smell I was searching for. I didn’t even know what it was exactly. I found a shady spot under a tree and sat down, opening my book to make it seem like I was reading and not just being a creep and staring at people.

Maybe that's why Amusement Parks are one of my favorite places to visit, because I enjoy watching children happily play with their parents. It was past seven in the evening when I decided to go home. Maybe I'll just sleep at home because I'm not sure if I'll go home with Dave Arkiel. I'm sure he's not there either. When I got home, I took out my cell phone from the bag I was carrying. I was surprised when I didn't see the book I had brought earlier to the park. I must have left it on the seat. When I looked outside, it was raining heavily and it was getting late. That book can't be lost because it's a limited edition and I waited so long just to have that book. So even though it was raining,

So I dealt with the heat alone until it passed. Even remembering it now makes my jaw tighten. Lost in thought, I don’t notice where I’m going. I walk straight into someone. The impact makes me stumble back, and the book slips from my hands, falling to the ground. “Oh—I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” I say quickly, already bending down to pick it up. I'm just leaving the garden after reading. The novel in my hands has completely pulled me in these past few days. It is a romance story, it's full of devotion, softness, the kind of love that chooses you and stays.

She proved that walking away is sometimes the first act of construction. I closed the book gently. That was enough. When I returned home, Pierce was sitting on the porch reading. “You look thoughtful,” he said. “I was reading about someone I used to know,” I replied. “Was she impressive?” “She was terrified,” I said. “But she stood anyway.” He smiled softly. “That sounds like someone I admire.” As evening settled over the garden, I walked toward the edge of the property. The land stretched wide—fields, trees, sky without interruption.

They walked out of the park through the gap in the wall, back into the city that didn't know it had a park behind it, into the afternoon that was going gold at the edges in the way of afternoons that had decided to be generous about the ending. His hand was warm. She didn't think about it. She just held it and walked and thought that this was what it felt like when something stopped being an arrangement and became something that didn't have a cleaner word than simply what it was.

“Even in peace, you’re always preparing for war.” She frowned. “That’s sad.” “It’s the truth.” She was quiet for a moment, then she smiled again, soft and stubborn. “Then we’ll steal moments like this. Even if the world wants more from you.” I exhaled slowly. “Anything for you.” We spent the next hour walking through the park. The zoo section opened up ahead, filled with wide paths, tall trees, and enclosures that blended naturally into the land. Pearl moved from one exhibit to another, fascinated by everything. She crouched to look at small animals, laughed when a group of birds took flight, gasped softly when she saw a tiger resting in the shade.

Chapter 4: Two weeks later the house felt too small, too safe. The thrill of locked doors and drawn curtains had started to dull at the edges; they craved sharper risk. After midnight, Daniel drove them to the city park on the edge of town, the one with the winding paths, the shadowed lots, the occasional late-night wanderer. The main parking area was mostly empty, but three cars dotted the far end: a dog walker’s SUV, a couple’s sedan, teenagers probably fogging their own windows.