Third Individual's POV
The park was filled with air that carries coldness. She's shivering and her teeth are chattering, as she continues to overthink.
"Well, maybe this is it," she mumbled to herself. "Why did I want to meet up with him anyways? Like an idiot," she said. Her tears continued to flow. She thought about the way his smile would light up her days. How he was the one person who could make her feel better. The day they met felt so long ago; even though they were just rivals at first.
"Excuse me, sir. But it's getting late. Shouldn't you go home now? I'm afraid that whoever is waiting might not come. It's freezing cold, and I feel bad, seeing you sit there, shivering," the guard said.
She laughed faintly. "I'm afraid, you're right. The person I'm waiting for might not come for me," she said, standing up. The way she walks is wobbly, and it almost seems like she doesn't have any more energy to walk.
