Snippet #1943665

As the sun slowly crept farther over the sky, Andre decided that it was time to stop thinking about his deceased sister, and the only way to do that was to avoid anything that reminded him of them. He stood up, ignoring the shiver that ran up his spine and the pricking in his eyes when he heard the children in the park behind him again -laughing as always, such carefree creatures-, and began to make his way to his apartment. He pulled down the sleeves of his dark trench coat -even though it was fairly warm out, he never took it off-, covering memories that aught to be left forgotten anyway. As he trudged up the stairs, he briefly debated visiting the coffee shop; there was nothing to do in his apartment, for he had only bought the apartment as a way to not have to face Arabell's room. He continued up the stairs, anway. He might as well grab his iPod or a book or anything he could focus on while he was there, and maybe stop by the coffee shop after.