When I arrived at the park, Ashton was sitting on a swing, deep in thought.
"You’re a bit old for swings, don’t you think?" I teased.
"Yeah, by about sixty years," He replied, his voice light yet laced with a hint of seriousness. I laughed and joined him on the empty swing beside him. "I keep forgetting how old you are. It must be so strange for you, watching the world change while you stay the same," I mused.
"You get used to it," Ash shrugged. "Sometimes it's nice to see things unfold and grow, but sometimes everything just feels boring."
"Are you okay, Ash? You seem down," I asked.
"It’s nothing," He shrugged again, but I frowned at him, urging him to share the truth.
"I had another fight with Jamul," He sighed. "I was already having a bad day; I tried to talk to Tiane in photogra
