dogiechik

Wade walked slowly through Central Park, his movements unstable and his expression tired. For once, he didn't talk. He only continued walking and simply stared on. He glanced around. The park was empty. Not a single person in sight. He heaved a soft sigh and trailed off the pathway and onto the grass. He stared at the ground, watching the grass and flowers crumble as his bare feet stepped over them. He didn't need to look where he was going. He already knew. He shut his eyes, stopping for a moment. He inhaled a deep, shaky breath, and continued on to a small river cutting through the park. Wade made his way past the large boulders cutting al