Park's P.O.V

The days are getting more dark and dismal. I don't hear Victoria's laugh anymore.. and I don't feel her touch. Is it wrong to say I miss her so much?

Everyone's doing better, but I've been staying to myself.

I don't know what's left to live for without Victoria. She was always here to tell me where to go and how to do it--- she's the guide of my life.

I know it'd be cliche to say I was lost without her, but I most certainly was.

I stared evilly at the scissors in my hand and back out the window. The moon was different today. It shone more than usual, if that makes any sense.

The stars sparkled and I could feel a small tear roll down my cheek. I didnt even realize I was crying until I sniffled unexpectedly.
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Bella's P.O.V

I could hear someone silently crying to themselves in the night.
This is rest time. Ryan pulls the RV over every night and we rest. But, that's only if we are on the countryside.

I'm sure no one knows I'm awake. I'm awake very late pretty much every night. Insomnia is a hunter. Fear is a hunter. Shame is a hunter.

I slowly crawled out from my sleeping bag, cautious not to step on Kimmy or Tyrone.

They're usually the two people I sleep between.

Anyway, I quietly crawled out the bedroom and got upon my feet.

As I walked toward the kitchen, the sobs got a bit louder.

They were still muffled because whoever it was, they obviously didn't want anyone to hear.

Finally, I reached around the corner... and that's when I realized who it was. It was Park.

His long black hair was in a low ponytail, and he sat facing the window.

"Park?" I murmured, stepping a little closer.

He quickly shot around and repeatedly wiped his eyes, until they were nearly red.

I couldn't see much of him, since it was night.

"You okay?" I smiled, and he jerked back a bit.
He's probably never heard me speak before.

"Yes," he nodded "of course."

I slowly walked toward him and leaned against the table, staring him up and down..

Suddenly, the moon shone, and a silver object glistened from his lap.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What? These?" He grabbed the scissors from his hand and examined them.

"Yeah."

He nodded convincingly and sat them upon the table, staring back at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Of course."

"Why are you awake at such late hours in the night?"

Park talks very proper, and he always sounds so sophisticated. If the apocalypse never happened, I'd say Park would be some type of accountant... or maybe a doctor, ya know.

"Just thinking."

"Okay, " he nodded "you should go get your sleep Bella."

"I think I'm fine," I chucked "why are you awake?"

I stared at him and waited for an answer, but his eyes were so blank I don't even think he processed what I said.

"Park?"

"Hm?" He blinked, finally refocussing on me.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"Earlier today, I was talking to myself. And I say, 'What a scary world we live in without our loved ones'."  He sighed.

There was a moment of silence. He stared around and I did too. Couldn't seem to make eye contact with him.

"This about Victoria? Is that why you're still awake so late, crying to yourself?" I jarred.

"Maybe," he shrugged "Maybe not. But I am not crying. I don't cry."

Oh LIES. I wanted to tell him I could hear him and even see the tears when I approached him, but I don't want him to have to re-evaluate his life.

"And the scissors," I pointed "were you going to do something bad?"

Like, self harm? He couldn't! There's no way he could ever. Though I am not in favor of his gratitude, nor do I know him as much as the others, Park's not that type of person.

He nodded his head no and angrily ran his fingers through his hair.

"I want to cut it." He blurted.

For a second, I almost laughed. What a funny joke? Park's hair is almost as long as mine, and mine stops at my hips. 

"Huh?" I gasped.

"I want to cut my hair short like the other boys."

"Why?" I smiled, faintly. "Why do you want to be like the other boys? I think you rock the pony tail."

"It is not as if I'm trying to copy them, I just want to be a new person. I want this pony tail gone, I want this facial hair gone and any other thing I can change about my old self." He demanded.
Demanded. Such a strong word, eh?

"But why?"

"I'm going to be a new person, and I cannot do that when I look in the mirror everyday and see flashbacks of who I used to be."

This sure sounded like he was grieving over Victoria.. to me atleast.

"Well okay." I shrugged.
Good enough reason and it's not my business anyway.

"Will you help me?" He asked, grabbing the scissors and extending them toward me.

"Y-you want me to cut it?"

"Yes," he nodded "It may sound crazy but I don't think I could do it alone. Too many  memories of the girl who begged me to keep my hair long forever."

Definitely Victoria.

"And we can get to know each other since we never talk." He smiled.

And next thing you know, I was cutting Park's hair the best way I could.
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"I think that Americans names are funny but well put together," he laughed after I finished telling him the story of how I was named Isabella Kennedy Hammon. Strange name, yes, I know.

"Now,  tell me about your life."
He asked .

I snipped the ponytail on Park and excess hair, and suddenly, the man that's too-old-for-me suddenly got 10x hotter.

"Now tell me," he smiled "how did you get to this antisocial point?"

"Im not antisocial," I bellowed.

"I went through alot when I was young. When I was just a little girl, I was diagnosed with a heart murmur. It was terrible. I couldn't do anything my other friends did and they eventually found better people. Then, middle school came. People bullied me and there was nothing I could do but keep to myself, ya know? So I was depressed and I had problems at home. Soon, my parents went to jail for doing something my grandma never revealed. But yeah, I moved with her and I got worse in the head. It all went downhill from there until a little before the apocalypse. Everything was going alright for once again."

"Ah," he nodded "I'm sorry that you had to go through that. You're a good girl and you're strong." He smiled, gently hopping up.
Park ran his fingers through his how short hair and he began to hyperventilate quietly.

"Thank you so much Bella." He bowed "I will pray for you tonight."

"Oh that's fine Park, I'm fine." I smiled.

"I don't believe in God don't waste your time."

"You dont believe in God, Bella? How could you not? He Soares your life everyday." He gasped.

Or maybe that's just fate... I cannot simply believe in a God who can't save us from such a scary world.