i'm more interested in the guy with top hat sitting nonchalantly in the background than the idiot who's actually trying to get attention
He had not seen or heard from Julia in so long. It had been 23 years, 4 months, and 2 days since his daughter's disappearance. As the years passed, and slowly took a toll upon his body, his memories left him one by one. It took him longer to recall the faces of old friends, some lost to him forever. But the events of that day would forever remain fresh in his mind.The papers blamed the Catalan guerrillas. The police reports had it listed so brutally simply as a kidnapping. No notes, no witnesses. That had all changed 7 years ago when the call came. The woman's voice on the phone. Subdued but anxious, the call was short but echoed in his mind. "Please, wait for me at the park, where we used to go before. I miss you. I love you." And so he came. Every day for seven years. He came and waited. He knew there was not much left for him in this life. His bones felt heavier each morning. After the first few months, his mind told him to let go. He rationalized that the call might not have been her at all. He tried to stop coming before, but his heart pulled that weary body onward. He sees the children and families. The young lovers, the retirees, the idle rich. They all come for leisure, to enjoy life. To live. He comes to wait. To hope.