Sunday, 15th of April 2018. Blossom Park. Old Town. 1000 Hours.
I sat down in the comfortable driver's seat of the chevy. I wore casual clothes. The window of the car was tinted so dark that almost no light could enter into the car. The vision from the car was still good though. I was lurking in the park since I was bored in the bunker. There wasn't anything worthwhile to be done.
The park was filled with children and their parents. Both of them were enjoying their weekend in that park. I wished... This wasn't my condition. The children. I wish I were them, playing around in the park with their peers. It was not a childish thing, but I just missed the warmth of normal life.
