The shadow walked back through the streets that he had left for close to a year. Looking back upon the horrid memories he struggled to figure why he even came to this place. In the darkness he struggled with himself. His steps echoed through the night as he came closer and closer to where it happened.
Kneeling down the figure placed his tattooed hand on the cold, unfeeling concrete beneath him. A single tear, without any sound, fell where he once did. Grasping at his head, the figure grunted with his pain. The memories not only hurt his soul. Laughter broke through streets. The shadowy figure jumped to his feet looking each way, startled by the sudden out burst of noise. The sound of some sort of flapping material could be heard for a few seconds before the street was as it was before. Empty