Pity

The sun was already down, touching the horizon. The two figures sitting on the bench in front of the wide garden, where kids love to play and roll, made their way into their hearts. Such a nice and calming view to have.

As their shadows loomed over, the wind caressed their skin as well as the grassland. Those trees rustled along and the birds flapped their wings for an afternoon journey.

The back garden of the orphanage was peaceful. 

The man, who was also sitting on the other side of the bench, glanced at the lady. He asked. "President, do you have something in mind? It seems like you are busy thinking of something."

A slight smile formed on Devyn's cheeks. "Funny, right? Those people who gave you trauma are now moving on with their mistakes and life while the victims were still left alone in the darkness."