After a few hours of rational thinking, I'd agreed with myself that leaving Nathan was a really bad decision, after all, he couldn't be blamed for how Sam had reacted. On a whim, I'd gone back to the park but Nathan wasn't there - not that I'd really expected him to be. But I had hoped that he would have stayed, waited for my anger to subside.
My stomach rumbled, and fishing out an old creased ten pound note from my pocket, I left the park and decided to go in search of a corner shop. The sun was out by now and the birds sang songs of tragedy on the air.
The village was almost medieval, everything was made from the same old, cracked grey stone. Still, the oldness of it looked nice. It was quaint, and the abundance of old people quelled all of my fears. Elderly people were harmless.
As I
