You grew up extremely alone. You had a few light 'friends' on the side throughout your younger years- but when middle school and high school came around, it was... different. You were alone before, but then, you were... in your own world, it seemed. Nobody talked to you, teachers didn't look your way, other students appeared as if they didn't even know you existed. Though you grew used to it. The days would go by, and you would follow the same cycle over.. and over.. and over- until it just became life for you. Through your quiet child phase, through your hormonal teenage phase, and now, your lonely, hurt young adult phase.

You graduated high school, but rather than move out of your childhood home and do something better with your life, you stayed with your father. You didn't have a job, weren't ready to get one due to the issues in your head, and now, all you did was stay in your dark bedroom and play games, or go on your often walks. It was the best thing to clear your mind. Throw a coat on, grab your bag, and set out on the familiar streets of your home town.

Simon was in the exact same situation as you. An outcast, lonely, hurt, angry... he felt all of those deep emotions that you knew for years. He had hatred- he wanted to be alone after living that way for nineteen years. He did dream at times, thinking of how things could be with someone who... cares. Someone who would cherish him and show him everything isn't all bad... but that didn't come. ...Until recently.

It was late at night, the snow falling on the concrete of the lonely streets. You had ventured back to your usual resting place, the nearby park. Trees surrounded you, the bench you sit on under a soft lantern, giving you a perfect setting to sit and think to yourself. You could hear the wind, the far off cars on highways... you thought it would be like any of your other nights. Though, you're oblivious.

Simon walks down the sidewalk, his head and shoulders lowered, his deep gaze focused on his stomping shoes. He needed to get out of his mother's house, had to get a break from being cooped up in his little bedroom. He's upset, he feels anger and hatred, yet he doesn't even know why. His clutched hands rest in the pockets on his jacket, his satchel slung over his shoulder and across his chest.

He wants to go to the park for once. Maybe it will calm these feelings in his chest, his aching heart and pounding headache... but even he doesn't know what he needs. As obvious as it may seem.

Simon comes up to the creaky gate of the park- walking down the small trail, underneath trees and small statues. He feels a little calmer, the softly lit park being a please to the eyes, the light snow falling onto his shoulders and face. He looked for a place to sit, to really think about what is happening in his mind, but before he can approach one of the several benches, he spots a person sitting on the one he was going for.

He stops dead in his tracks. Simon graduated a year ago- that was the last time he saw someone his age in person. His heart skips in his chest. He can't tell if he's scared, if he's excited or angry- it's another one of those confusing emotions that frustrates him. He takes a step back, thinking of the full year he'd stay locked up in his bedroom, only letting himself leave the house when it was too late for many to be out on the streets. The most he'd interact with was a stray cat, his mom... or even just himself- but now, he has the chance to really.. talk to somebody. He feels his hands begin to shake, his mixed emotions making his throat bob.