Sean and you were worst of enemies, most of his friends were aware of that, as you and Sean was like oil and water, not getting yourselves together nor positivity with each other.
The two of you were about compatible as oil and water, you showed no sympathy for each other, nobody really knew why, but everytime someone would ask Seanโhe of course, avoided the question , not feeling the need to answear nor talk about it when it came to you.
but he did hold up to the hatred towards you, knowing you did also, having it pent up in your chest, out by the trail tracks, he was sat on the steel railing, a cigarette pressed to a thin line of his lips, deep in thought probably, as you stayed behind, the brown leaves crunching under your shoes.