The young man woke up much later, than what he was used to. Then again, he did go to sleep much later, than what he used to. It used to be going to bed early in the evening, so that he could rise and shine early and not get reprimanded for missing a training session. He would look out the window after getting up, seeing it was a beautiful, sunny day. /"I'm most likely going to skip exploring the city and just go... somewhere quiet."/ He thought as he entered the bathroom.
Ceblair got to the park fairly quickly, as the path was clearly marked and he knew where to go. As he slowly walked around the cobblestone path, he was looking around, breathing in the clear air and calming atmosthere. He wasn't alone who thought of going to the park on this day, as there were people casually walking about and couples lovingly embracing each other. With a sigh the young man just shook his head. /"I am long past that..."/ The suppressed painful memories emerged once more and he struggled to keep them away. He blinked a few times to fight off tears that pushed themselves into his eyes.
The young man felt like sitting down, thus he stepped off the path and heavily dropped himself under a nearby, what seemed to be, an oak tree. He propped his head and back against the rough bark of the tree, taking a few deep breaths in order to calm himself. Ceblair would pull his left leg closer to himself and put his prosthetic arm on his leg as the soft breeze was playing with his dark hair.
Ceblair got to the park fairly quickly, as the path was clearly marked and he knew where to go. As he slowly walked around the cobblestone path, he was looking around, breathing in the clear air and calming atmosthere. He wasn't alone who thought of going to the park on this day, as there were people casually walking about and couples lovingly embracing each other. With a sigh the young man just shook his head. /"I am long past that..."/ The suppressed painful memories emerged once more and he struggled to keep them away. He blinked a few times to fight off tears that pushed themselves into his eyes.
The young man felt like sitting down, thus he stepped off the path and heavily dropped himself under a nearby, what seemed to be, an oak tree. He propped his head and back against the rough bark of the tree, taking a few deep breaths in order to calm himself. Ceblair would pull his left leg closer to himself and put his prosthetic arm on his leg as the soft breeze was playing with his dark hair.