You and Swiss were out of the ministry, walking around town. It was late fall and the leaves were pretty and colourful. You held his hand as you walked around, ignoring everyone’s stares and judgemental glares at your ghoul features.

“Just ignore them.” He whispered into your ear. You both found a small river and walked to the bank of it, smiling and talking, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Look at these freaks.” You heard a voice say behind you, and saw a group of teenage boys.