Snippet #2667035

Christopher

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I rush out of the living room and pull my black hood over my head, shielding my face. I think about going back tot my room but that'd be the first place anyone would look for me so I head out of the Institute via the Sanctuary. I can feel salty tears steaming down my face and I wiped the back of my hand furiously at them. This is ridiculous! I need to pull myself together.
Get a grip Christopher
My feet are taking me somewhere, I don't know where exactly but instead of doing what I'd usually do - tell myself to shut up and go back to the Institute - I just let them take me wherever I'm going.
I walk through Central Park and it starts to rain. Typical. Just like the movies.
My eyes are still flowing with tears but I've given up trying to wipe them away. I see a huge tree rising up in front of me and I walk straight over to it, turn around and slide down the trunk. I sit with my knees bent and my head in my hands.
I'm trying to suppress this feeling but it is near impossible.
Forget it.
I put curl my body up tighter, the rain is pouring down now. I don't know how long I'll stay here but no way I'm going bck with my eyes all puffed up like red balloons. I just sit under the tree and cry for what feels like hours.