The snow came, white and glistening, erasing the troubles beneath. The winter howled through the desolate marsh that bit at her skin.
She hurdles out of the gusty winter wind into Starbucks for some hot cappuccino and red velvet cakes. Glancing out at the hazy fog, glad that she was cosseted in the leather chairs. Seasonal music making the atmosphere jolly, as her eyes laid on him across the room.
He was sitting, looking tired sipping on his coffee by the window looking out, and apologizing to people trying to skim past his guitar having up on the table. The world is terrible, because even though she can see him, she needs an excuse to walk over there, and because there isn’t one in the world that’s good enough, she won’t. The unblinking melancholy look on his honey coloured face was the most beautiful thing she can remember seeing, it calmed her.
He gets up to leave, putting on his jacket, looking at the ground, he pays the bill and turns to leave. But as he walks past her, he nearly trips over and looks right at her, while she apologizes, his dark brown shiny eyes felt like forever and she is not sure of what her mouth was saying because he had disconnected her and he’s looking for a reason to sit down, but because there is no reason in the world good enough, he can’t.
So he shrugs. Touches the tip of her nose with his finger, taking the eyelash with him and ducks out the door into the cold, running to his car.