Intense

There were those times when I couldn't help but gawk at the people passing by. A family, an individual, or a couple. 

For some reason, there was something that I found fascinating just by looking at them. I know it was a weird habit, but I couldn't help it.

I guess a part of me couldn't keep hoping that one day, maybe, someday, I'd have that privilege of being carefree. 

I don't have to worry about being watched or who I choose to spend the day with. 

A gentle nudge on the shoulder brought me out of my fantasy. Jace handed me a steaming cup of hot chocolate. 

We sat by the bench in a small park right across from where Rory was working. The sun had risen, and we were both wearing dark sunglasses to conceal part of our identity. 

It wasn't a big firm but the brilliant smile he presented every time someone came by to inquire was bright and cheerful. It was how he had always been.