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Post by ian on Apr 23, 2012 13:35:40 GMT -5
Ian was more lost and confused than he could ever think possible. Alex was a great help in showing him his life, or at least the life she claims he had, but the more he stayed around the mansion the more trapped he felt. Not just in a physical sense, but mental as well. It was hard to be around people who remembered you and called you friend when you can't even remember their names.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed and alone he felt. He needed to get out and away, so he made his way to New York which, thanks to his speed, didn't take long at all. He sat on a bench in central park, watching the pidgeons peck at random droppings of food and bread. A chilly wind blew through the city, causing him to close his coat up around him. He tried to remember things that Alex told him about, or how that girl he met on the grounds looked so familiar to him.
People passed by him, some giving him curious looks while others just continued on. Thankfully, being in New York, nobody would wonder why a young man would be sitting in central park. It gave him time to be alone and to thing. The only problem was, the only thing he could think about were a lot of questions with little or no answers.
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