Mark had been feeling that familiar pang of paranoia. It affected him heavily, as much as he hated to admit it— not like it mattered, his friends could easily tell whether he did or not. But, fortunately, the young man had his own way of dealing with it.

He took some time off. Time to calm himself, to breathe… you get the gist. Mark walked himself to the nearby park and took a seat on the bench. There were a couple of people there. Parents, kids from his school that he may or may not recognize, young children. Not like it really mattered; this was the time for him to sit back and relax, to let his worries go. Just like that, the boy was whisked away from his anxiety and into a happier mood, breathing a small sigh as he sat.