The square was rather vast for a small city like this. Vast enough to make the crying young man near the fountain at the center seem tiny and almost irrelevant. The story he told in wide strokes of chalk definitely wasnt though.  Foreword Eventually he decided to take the chalk.-"What kind of a monster is that?? Seriously, my HAMSTER could draw better than this!"  Hello~Ive had so much trouble writing lately(I have issues concentrating which obviously makes it difficult to write) so I wrote a little something to relax and get into it again.I suddenly remembered a scenario Ive come up with 5(!) years ago while listening to Johnnys Wests "SCARS" and digged through my old stuff until I found it.It was originally inspired by Ayus "blossom" though.And now by Baeks instagram. The picture above is from his instagram as well - his posts are always so entertaining~Have fun reading and as always feel free to throw feedback at me - Im no native, so theres probably a lot to point out, haha...Love you all,Sugar-and-Salt ♥