Tonrie found himself walking in a park that exuded the quintessence of the West Coast's laid-back vibe. It was the kind of place where families picnicked under the shade of ancient oak trees, students conversed animatedly about philosophy, and joggers trotted along winding paths. The park was vibrant with life, a picturesque scene that contrasted starkly with Tonrie's tumultuous inner world.
Amidst the harmonious symphony of nature and people, Tonrie felt out of place, his steps carrying the weight of unresolved emotions. Sitting on a park bench, he tried to make sense of the storm raging within him—confusion, guilt, and a deep sense of loss churned in his mind.
