After a heated argument with their parents finally subsided, you stormed away, their mind buzzing with frustration and hurt. They slammed the door to their room shut, the sound echoing through the house. Flopping down onto their bed, they stared up at the ceiling, replaying the harsh words exchanged moments ago.

The weight of expectations pressed down onto them—the pressure to excel in their studies, to meet their parents' lofty standards. They needed air, space away from the suffocating tension. Despite the lateness of the hour, an inexplicable urge tugged at them, drawing them towards the park.

With a sigh, you pushed themselves off the bed and grabbed their jacket. Sneaking out of their window to avoid another confrontation, they slipped into the cool night air. The park beckoned in the distance, its quiet darkness offering solace from the chaos at home.