Jon looked down at his now empty hands and rubbed them together absentmindedly, absorbed in his thoughts. It was the only place he felt like he was these days – drifting along aimlessly through tender memories and painful regrets. He was stuck there – twisted and contorted into a cage he could never free himself from. And the harder he tried to get out, the tighter it enclosed on him, until he finally just…gave up.

Nothing was worth that much effort to him. Except Camille. But that time already passed a long time ago – when the world didn't look as bleak.

He leaned back against the old bench, sliding his fingers through his hair as he clasped them behind his head, looking out over the field before him. Trees clustered in small groups much like the people below them. Fall was coming – green leaves were fading to gold as t-shirts faded to sweaters. A brisk air swept in, bringing the sound of boisterous laughter to his ears. He looked over to see a group of teenagers, a little younger than him, walking across the field. Without realizing it, a small smile touched his lips at the thought of his own group of friends back in London. He never knew a more shitfaced, completely absurd and ridiculous group before. And his time with them was always the best of his life.

Memories of their 9th grade year together began surfacing before his eyes. But before Camille's bright face could appear in his mind, he shoved it all away brusquely – staring intensely on the present day world, careful not to get trapped in his mind of yesterdays. He didn’t have to try for long though. Shortly after, he noticed a woman walking backwards out of the corner of his eye – edging closer and closer towards him. Soon enough, she toppled clumsily against and over the iron armrest in a disarray of tangled arms and legs. Jon looked down slowly to stare into a hazy expression and bleary eyes. He shook his head solemnly and picked himself up off the bench. He had seen his fair share of drugs to know that the girl wasn't exactly sober, and there was no way he was getting himself caught up in that again. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, not caring to look back as he walked further along the dusty path.

A young girl was sitting politely on the next bench over, her bright eyes filled with curiosity as she stared complacently at him. He paused for a moment, his brow line furrowing slightly in confusion. He wasn't sure to wave hello or ask her if that was her friend lying unconscious on the bench now. He chose to do neither as he turned away indifferent and began striding across the field, biting on his lower lip in dispute.

{ooc.: sorry -- i just made haylee be on the next bench over rather than beside of him, because it really didnt work out with talon lying there. haha.
and sorry about the shitty writing. my muse flew out the window today. still trying to catch it. >_<}