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'click click click', he tries to listen to the sound of his boots against the concrete path. He wants to focus on anything else but her. It was all over now, she wasn't with him anymore, but he still had one more thing to do. Autumn leaves fall and hit his black winter jacket. Today is unusually warm, but he doesn't care. He was cold inside which left him numb on the out. His jacket clinging to him for security, protecting him, hiding his true self from the outside. He walks through the local town park. It seems very deserted for a Friday afternoon, except for four boys playing football in the field. He walks past them hoping they won't not