— graveyard

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After walking all over the place carrying a diary in one hand while wearing black scrubs, white tennis shoes, and a badge clipped to his uniform. He finally turns his head to come face to face with the place he has been hunting for, the graveyard. “Perfect..” he whispers to himself as he turns on his heels to now enter the quiet, cold grounds whilst taking a moment to scan the surroundings and see if anyone was around.
As he came to a halt in front of a grave that read what seemed to be an elderly persons name, Mark takes a seat in front of it while leaning his back against the grave, setting the diary on his lap and opening it to his next blank page.
Reaching his free hand for a pen thats in his chest pocket, to now begin to write onto the paper quietly to himself as he allowed the silence to fill his mind and get lost into a trance of thought.