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Eric had searched for Simon everywhere, he was praying that Simon wasn't the kind to do anything stupid, but then again he'd changed a surprising amount in the past few weeks.
He wasn't at the beach, the church or in any of his normal hangouts. He and Annie had called all his friends, but the didn't know where he was either.
The only place left was the park, but Simon never went to the park, but it didn't hurt to try. He walked through the gate, the park was crowded today, Eric couldn't see Simon anywhere. He walked through the grass, around the families having picnics to a secluded area. Simon used to walk Happy there when he was younger, now it's Ruthie that walks the dog.
Eric scanned the surroundings, he saw a blur of white a little way away, Simon had been wearing a white shirt in the hospital. Eric raced over and saw his son lying on the floor at the base of the tree. 'Oh no,' he thought to himself, as he crouched by his son's side. Simon's eyes were all red, and there were tearstains on his face. Eric felt his son's wrist, relieved when he felt a pulse, Simon stirred at the Reverends touch and opened his eyes. "Oh thank God you're ok," he said as he lifted his son into a sitting position and hugging him tightly. "I was so worried."
Simon didn't say anything, he couldn't. He knew that if he spoke he'd start crying again.
"Come on," Eric said helping him to his feet, "Let's get you home."
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Simon was silent on the way home, and when he walked through the door he went straight to his room. He couldn't stand to look at the guilty faces of his family, they were all sorry for how they assumed Kaci was like her father, and how they treated her. Eric felt guilty for not believing Simon sooner, and Simon hated them for it.
More so he hated himself, she'd saved his life, but he was unable to save hers. He'd treated her poorly in the past, because he'd failed to get to know the person inside. If only he'd spoken to her before then, maybe he'd have loved her longer, but it was useless thinking this way. Time could not be turned back, no matter how much he wished, wishing was useless.
Eric had searched for Simon everywhere, he was praying that Simon wasn't the kind to do anything stupid, but then again he'd changed a surprising amount in the past few weeks.
He wasn't at the beach, the church or in any of his normal hangouts. He and Annie had called all his friends, but the didn't know where he was either.
The only place left was the park, but Simon never went to the park, but it didn't hurt to try. He walked through the gate, the park was crowded today, Eric couldn't see Simon anywhere. He walked through the grass, around the families having picnics to a secluded area. Simon used to walk Happy there when he was younger, now it's Ruthie that walks the dog.
Eric scanned the surroundings, he saw a blur of white a little way away, Simon had been wearing a white shirt in the hospital. Eric raced over and saw his son lying on the floor at the base of the tree. 'Oh no,' he thought to himself, as he crouched by his son's side. Simon's eyes were all red, and there were tearstains on his face. Eric felt his son's wrist, relieved when he felt a pulse, Simon stirred at the Reverends touch and opened his eyes. "Oh thank God you're ok," he said as he lifted his son into a sitting position and hugging him tightly. "I was so worried."
Simon didn't say anything, he couldn't. He knew that if he spoke he'd start crying again.
"Come on," Eric said helping him to his feet, "Let's get you home."
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Simon was silent on the way home, and when he walked through the door he went straight to his room. He couldn't stand to look at the guilty faces of his family, they were all sorry for how they assumed Kaci was like her father, and how they treated her. Eric felt guilty for not believing Simon sooner, and Simon hated them for it.
More so he hated himself, she'd saved his life, but he was unable to save hers. He'd treated her poorly in the past, because he'd failed to get to know the person inside. If only he'd spoken to her before then, maybe he'd have loved her longer, but it was useless thinking this way. Time could not be turned back, no matter how much he wished, wishing was useless.