Seven Fridays
Fifth Friday
Last Friday left Jean in a heap of worry for a past couple of days. He was walking home faster than usual, his briefcase tightly in his hands as he stormed through the park's pathway. He was hoping that young lady was all right. He never saw such an expression on her face before. It seems like something happened to her or to someone in order for her to look like that. He dashed down the walkway, practically jogging to the spot she usually sits at and when the bench came to view, Jean wanted to turn back. He felt a sort of pain in his heart as he saw the young woman sitting on the bench with a brunette haired man that looks around the same age as her. They were chatting and sitting incredibly close in Jean's eyes. The woman smiled brightly at the brunette man, a soft pink blush upon her cheeks as he was talking about some nonsense that Jean didn't care about. He practically growled and glared at the man in the distance. Finally gathering enough courage to continue walking, he storm down the pathway, his glaring gaze stuck on the floor as he passes by the couple. Jean clenched his hands into fists and hurried home.