"-he deserved it. He shouldn't've hurt her. In fact, he deserved way worse," a voice whispered. I know that voice. I peaked around a willow tree that was blocking my view. The figure was facing away from me, kneeling a little to the left of a small, heart-shaped plaque. He was about five feet away from me. He slowly placed a fresh rose next to one that looked a little older. "I'm sorry for getting in trouble, Syd. I promise everything will be OK. I'll see you tomorrow." He slowly got up and turned towards where I was hiding. His swoopy black hair looked like he had been running his hands through it, and he looked a little sad, like the last time I saw him here. I was so mesmerized by his face, that I didn't realize he had closed the distance between us. He reached for something on the other side of the tree and I did the first thing that came to my mind. RUN. Run like hell.