Forsaken
Lucian’s P.O.V.
I look around the small expanse of fresh, green grass that laid below the sun’s light, making up the park that was overflowing with families. My legs remain stretched out beneath me, a hand supporting my head as I watch with tired eyes. Following the happy families of attentive parents and cheerful children playing without a single concern for the eye to see, pain blisters through me from the sight of it.
I pull my eyes away and focus them instead on my feet. I knock them together to distract myself, trying to make the knocking loud enough to drown out the laughter that echoed through my ears.