"...Why don't you wear normal jeans?"
Yesterday he had dismissed the idea, today he stood there clothed in loose blue jeans. He glanced around.
She wasn't in. She wasn't in and it was raining. The weather seemed to match his mood. Rolling grey clouds covered the sky like a clutch of possessiveness; slipping and slithering into every crevice of blue.
Germany sighed and kicked a pebble with his shoe. Perhaps no one would bother him if he spent the rest of his break in the schools' attic?
The headphones in his ears blared loudly with depressive, gloomy music, his slow steps up the winding staircase allowing him to think –and didn't he already get enough of that anyway? He mulled over the feeling of emptiness her absence had caused him. Why wasn't she in? She had seemed perfectly healthy yesterday, albeit a bit quiet.
He missed her.
His steps froze.
He missed her goddamnit. How had she done it? How had she wrapped that bright smile of hers around his soul? Squeezing and surrounding him until, until- "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"- The shatter of something breaking.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Shut tightly as if that could stop the onslaught of memories. He snorted; best not to kid himself.
He took a shuddering breath and lowered himself to the window seat. The attic was a stifling, large room; empty except for him. Its' cold tiled floor was covered in old textbooks, canvases and whatnot, all forgotten –just like him, a malicious voice whispered in his mind. Nothing kept his attention for long apart from the large, antique grandfather clock hidden in a dark corner.
He laid his head against the window, shutting his senses off to everything. God he felt so tired. He missed her so very much...
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" broken glass, hiccuping sobs, and so much glass- and, and was that his blood?
He fell asleep to the sound of time.