A solitary figure ran down the damp, empty street. His hood pulled up only showing a few tousled strands of blonde hair that had flopped into his eyes. It hurt more than imaginable. The shocking red hair, the uncanny way of making him smile. Her face echoed in his mind.
A single tear ran down his face before he rubbed it away angrily. Gritting his teeth, he crumpled up the ball of paper before throwing it as hard as he could, as if it was his problems.
And then it became real. He collapsed against the wall yelling in anguish. He slid to the floor his head in his hands, brown doe like eyes full of pain. The wetness of the wall was soaking his hoodie and pricking his skin uncomfortably, he however did not notice.
His hands screwed into balls, digging his nails in. His eyes opened again, but they were dead. Dead of emotion and feeling. It was all his fault.
A slightly hysterical laugh came out of his chapped lips but then shut off.
He closed his eyes once more, those eye. The dead eyes, the eyes devoid of emotion.