I followed him to the park, hearing him sniffle without seeing it. When I thought about it, his eyes had looked rather red.
We arrived at the park before too long and he ran over to the abandoned, swing set, jumping onto one of the seats and letting the motion carry him back and forth. “We can’t go together anymore.”
His words made no sense. “What?”
“No one can go anymore. It’s closed off.”
I stared at him, understanding not nearing as one might think it would. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“They closed everything off.” His words came closer to home and I suddenly realized what he might be referring to. “So we can’t go together anymore.”
The Librarian’s hollow eyes.