Every day when you felt like you hated life the most, you'd go to the park near your house and swing to your heart's content. It helped you clear your mind of things you didn't want in there.

But you had moved. Your guardian had forced you to, not knowing that the park you went to was the only thing that comforted you anymore. God, you couldn't wait to move out.

It didn't matter anyway. You had found a new park. One that another person went to. He would go over, smoke and then stare at his phone for a while, sitting on the bench, and then he would go swing, like you. He usually only went over to the swings after you left since there were only two, but this time... he came right over and sat on the one next to you. He even turned his head to you and gave a half-hearted little wave. "Sup. You look kinda down. Who am I kidding, you actually look depressed as all fuck," he commented with the tiniest of smiles.