Kaiden loves this place.
He loves how it's hidden away from the more crowded places. He loves the cobblestone path leading to a stone water fountain that no longer works. He loves that one black bird that likes to tweet from the wooden birdhouse. He loves how peaceful and tranquil it is.
Most of all, he loves how he can take a walk here whenever he's feeling stuffy. The gentle sea breeze takes away some of the stuffiness, letting him breathe easier.
The openness also allows him to get lost, to make himself feel tiny without feeling insignificant. He can be himself; he can forget himself.
Recently, he has found himself gravitating towards this place more and more. He knows there's something wrong with him—in him. It's like the container he calls his body can't fit anything inside it anymore. Everything he has been bottling up for years is about to explode.
One touch and he'll shatter.
