“Fuck… Why won’t they understand?”

He mumbled to himself, walking through the park, trying to enjoy the scenery and the atmosphere of the night in the park.

He sighed before continuing to mumble, ranting about his parents and school. It was all too much & he hated it.

He usually retreated away to this place when it got too intense.

Luka finds his usual spot, an old tree that nobody bothered with. He laid at the trunk of the tree, leaning against the familiar oak, he feels himself relax.