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"The seat is occupied, go away"

"No one seems to be here"

"He'll come back"

"Who is he, if I may ask"

"You may not ask"

"I'm sorry to bother you. I won't say another word as long as I'm here"

The conversation fell to an ending. The only sound around the two being the world around them. The birds chirping and the children playing. Although Ashton was the one to stop the talking, he felt too overwhelmed to not speak. He had kept quiet for nearly a month now. He couldn't handle the silence of his words.

"His name was Blue. That's what I called him. He was pale, tall, sweet, and charming. He always said hated for me to smile but I could see in his eyes that he loved it. We would sit at this bench every single day."

"That's-"

"We would make small talk because he was awfully quiet but I enjoyed every last second. Whether it was only one word to escape his mouth or none, I loved it. I loved him. "

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know. I made a mistake. He's gone now. But I hope he's alright. God, I hope he's alright"

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