Art heard a random car horn go off. He chuckled as a memory tried to surface. 'Not today.' He thought and shoved it away Before it could destroy him. Mayday parades's the memory played through his head. "Summers on its way at least that's what they say. But these clouds wont leave." He sung the song with his head tipped back against the tree trunk. He sang like no one was around, he sang like he was singing to the world. Like he wanted the world to feel his heart ripping apart yet again. He felt his eyes tear but pushed those back as well.<br/>With his eyes closed, he could see all the things he had wanted to forget. "Its convinced itself to tear me apart and its gonna succeed before long." He muttered. The memories of Cynthia in his arms, because her jackass boyfriend left her for the school slut. He remembered the smell of her hair, the smell of her tears, the feel of her body against his.