Pls note: This chp is very harsh and some readers might not be able to handle. This is something which other writers would never write.

The park around them was quiet except for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of children playing. Alex adjusted her grip on the ropes and pushed gently with her feet, feeling the familiar thrill as the swing began to move. The wind brushed against her face, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy smell of the grass beneath their feet. Marcus watched with a grin, remembering how they used to spend hours here when they were younger, taking turns swinging back and forth without a care in the world.