Rain poured down the window, thunder rang in the distance, and the gossip stung his already red raw ears. The thick smell of cigarette smoke blinded him slightly. He looked up from his now cold tea, to a couple sitting two tables from him, small talking and swapping kisses with one another, sipping from their drinks. He closed his eyes again, he's had enough, but something in him wanted to to stay and watch them forever, even if it kills him to do so. A sigh left the boys thin lips. He hated says like this, every day he would come here, or go to the park, but felt his already broken heart break once again. He wanted them to be happen, he want her to be happy, but he just felt a pang of jealousy and hate bubbling silently inside of him, not too bold but he knew it was there.

Why? Why did they taunt him like this? God must be very cruel to toy with his heart like this. But he knew this was God's favorite game. A game of all games, a heartbreak of heartbreaks. He hissed silently as the door opened, a fast, sudden gust of cold winters air blew agensed his bare neck, the hair covered his neck standing tall, a small shiver running through his frail body.

Another kiss. Another charming comment left from the traitors lips. Another crack in his heart.

He should be happy for her, atleast on of them could be happy. Maybe if he just got up and talked to her, be friends again. But, somewhere in his hearts of hearts, he knew it wouldn't happen, being friends would be like having salt in the wound. Why would a beautiful, smart, proper girl want to be friends with a low life like himself? She didn't ever recognize him anymore, not did he recognized himself for that matter. Dark, bruised circles around his small, lifeless eyes, lips thinner, once tan skin pale, once happy content expression, now replaced by a wall of hurt and trouble.

He raised the cup to his paper thin lips, taking a sip out of the cold substance, not really caring for it but didn't want to be shood out of the small, smoky cafe ether. It was warm in the cafe, unlike the cold wind and rain outside, he preferred the warm, it didn't hurt his bones so much. But he didn't like the hot, unmercifully heat of the mid-day sun ether, he burned to easily, and it usual scared.

His gaze moved back to the now giggling couple, whispering away as a sour man came through the swinging doors, walking to the counter and asked, more like demanded, a cup of strong black coffee, no sugers, and a slice of tost, with butter, then walked to a table next to his, pulling out a news paper and started to read.

There was no proper light in the cafe, just light from the street light, and a few wall light, but enough to see the thick blanket of gloom rained on the grey people inside. But, light like a summers day shined out of the young couple, not a care in the word. It felt like the worlds span around them, nothing could ever dampen the love that spilled out of every single word out of the teens mouths, naive to the cruelty of the adult world. But something bugged the young woman, as she started to shift in her seat.

"What's wrong, my dear Lilly?" The young man asked.

"Oh, nothing dear, I just feel like someone is watching me, us..." She sighed, dropping her head slightly.

"Who? Anyone in this room? Or above, my dear Rose?" He said slowly.

"Above, I think, he is here. I feel him, dear, I'm ever so afraid..."

"Don't be, little fox glove, shall we go?"

"Yes, Yes we shall..."

A creek of the tables and chairs as the two got up, and walked slowly to the door, hand in hand. The woman looked back, staring into his eyes a moment, but turned away, and maybe, maybe his eyes has tricked him once again, but he may has saw a silent tear running down her priceless face. They disappeared into the night, like mist into the night sky, and, so did he.