Riley
Inspired by this wee lovely thing <3
You yell after your dog, Riley.
Simon is walking through the park in sweats when you do.
He might stop near a bench to check his laces and end up watching you for a while, living your normal life. Playing chase back and forth through the fallen leaves, feet and paws tossing up splashes of orange and yellow. Smiling. Laughing.
He might sink into it, sitting across the way pretending to scroll through his phone, black surgical mask on, black hood down.
For a minute outside of place and time, outside of his body and his fucked-up head, watching you might make him feel better about what he does. Some of it. Sometimes. If it helps someone be so light and alive somewhere.
He might start taking his jogs and walks through that park more often when he's in town. No reason, really. Nice trails. Big, quiet. Doesn't matter if it's a bit out of his way, he's got fuck all else to do.
Might pass by the field you were in more often than not, too. It makes for a good route, that's all. And really, if no one had been arsed to say anything to some fucking creep watching a woman for so long, the place could use more eyes on it.
...And maybe if he heard someone say his name like that again, like something warm belonged there in some other world, it wouldn't be the worst thing.
"Riley!" He hears over his shoulder. Almost jerks to a stop.
Your voice is bright. Exasperated, loving.
"Come here, baby," you add with a laugh.
He should check his laces again. Fucking joggers are always coming loose, he should really start double-knotting them.
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