Serena's POV
He was hiding something, I just knew it. I stood there waiting for him to show up at the park where we had arranged to meet. He was acting strange lately and was frequently running late to our outings. I find myself suspicious of his actions and unable to trust him. I called him one of my best friends yet I didn't always feel comfortable in his presence. There was this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me that there was something odd about him, that he was different.
I was shaken out of my thoughts by the arrival of the man himself. He was smiling widely at me, making me feel awkward. His facial expression made me feel uneasy yet I put on a fake smile as I awaited the news of our destination. He blindfolded me saying that he was taking me somewhere special and that I wasn't to peek. I did as told yet rethinking my actions whilst being led away.
My stomach was churning as I felt his hand come up to the blindfold and I was shivering by the time he was untying it. I squinted trying to get a glimpse of where I was whilst allowing my eyes to readjust to the light. I realized I was in a large cemetery of an unknown suburb. My suspicions of the man beside me turned to fear as I saw the joyous look spread across his face.
He walked forward, motioning for me to follow. I slowly stepped after him and I soon noticed we were walking on a path that would change and explain everything. I wasn't sure what to expect however when he led me towards two gravestones I was a little shocked to see two familiar names engraved on them. It was a short while after that I realized the names were those of his parents.
The dates carved into the stone showed that his parents had died while he was still a baby. He told me that he never knew them but had adoptive parents who treated him badly. He also told me that he was only adopted for the inheritance his parents had left for him. It was then that I understood why he never spoke about his past and that my mistrust was nothing compared to his.
I then found it overwhelming that he trusted me enough that he told me of his past. That night I also discovered that the nagging at the back of my head was my senses picking up on his sadness and the feelings of him being different were not that of mistrust but the need to understand companions.
The End