We walked like that for a while, arm in arm.
I felt safe with Sean.
I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I let out the breath I had subconciously been holding when we walked past my house.
After a while of walking, I wasn’t even sure where we were anymore, and I loved that.
By the time we stopped we were in a cemetary.
“A cemetary?”
I asked puzzled, yet curious as to why he brought me here.
“I like to come here when I get upset.”
Hmm usually things like this would make a person more upset.
“Why?”
I didn’t understand.
“Because it shows me that things could be a lot worse. For example, Instead of having a black eye, and a scratched up knee, I could be mr…... Kevin Sampson. Says here he was only 15 when he died.”
He had a good point.