A/N: Hello again. This is just another silly impulse. I really need to let off some steam so Oblio and Angel are going to have to deal with it.

Parings: AngelxOblio

Warnings: Angst. Lots and lots of angst.(It seems like that's all I ever write...)

Disclaimer:...Do I have to say it?

Word Count: 1,540

~~~~~Break~~~~~~

Cold

Oblio pulled his leather jacket closer to himself, trying to lock in as much heat as he could. His hands clutched the cold smooth jacket and he let out a shaky breath, leaving a large wisp of hot air to linger and dissolve in the air. His whole body racked with shivers, never ending and coming in strong waves, making his body shutter and violently against the unforgiving concrete. His weight shifted, leaving him totally dependent on the hard wall of the unknown building. His eyes glanced at the scenery, watching everyone walk by and observing all the life around him.

A mother gently tugged her child along, rushing to get home quickly.

A business man happily chatted with a pretty woman and blushed as she laughed at his horrid joke.

A couple of loud teenagers zoomed by on their skateboards, yelling and smiling with innocence and glee.

Oblio simply watched.

A harsh breeze flew by, making the blue haired punk stop and wince at the biting cold. His hands were practically white and his face was numb. Bringing his hands up in front of his mouth, he began to blow hot breath onto his frozen fingers. They felt relieved at the warmth, but the warmth constantly escaped his hands, slipping through all the cracks and leaving him.

He had nothing.

No one wanted to see him. This place was foreign to him, and he had no friends or relatives here. Every turn was horrible, the bleak gray buildings looming over him and creating such narrow passageways of shadows. Everyone would just keep walking past him, not even noticing him and simply moving on with life. Not even Angel wanted to see him.

Oblio shook violently once more, almost crying out because of the icy wind that hit his skin.

Oblio could feel his warm tears drying quickly on his cheeks, the wind had made them even more bothersome. Angel had abandoned Oblio just like everyone else, he had promised so much and yet by the end of it they were both sick of each other. It was beautiful in the beginning, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Oblio had never felt happier.

But as soon as that wave of warmth and love came, they began to run into a few problems. First it had been little conflicts, nothing much to be worried about and were healthy for the relationship. Then, the longer they stayed together, the harder it was to stay close. The love began to hide and dissolve, the cold winter breeze taking their love with its passing. They both tried desperately to stay together, tried to work out their problems, but no matter what they did, someone was always unhappy.

Angel was the first to suggest the break up, claiming that they needed a break from each other. Oblio grimly accepted the proposal, avoiding Angel and trying to give him that promised 'space'.

As the days passed Oblio tried to distract himself, going back to clubbing and dancing and fixing his bike. It was nothing much but he began to feel the loneliness again. It crept up his spine, itching under his skin and settling heavily on his heart. Every passing day grated on his bones, wearing him thin and making him feel so weak. His limbs had swelled with the cold and became heavy and limp at his sides. His knees locked and he could only continue watching everything pass him by.

His eyes burned and blurred, leaving his vision as a blob of gray, leaving him empty and alone.

Even as he walked back to his crummy old white-washed apartment, he couldn't help but regret everything. Everything he did was a mistake. His hand turned against the cool metal door handle and let it slowly swing open, breaking the utter darkness of his apartment. The room was scarcely furnished, just an old television set and a small burgundy couch was what the living room contained. As he entered, he rubbed his hands together, trying to get some warmth and feeling back into his fingers. Shutting the door with his foot, he began to go deeper and head towards the bathroom.

He reached for the light switch, blindly swinging around his hand in the dark before smacking the small chain and once again flailing around to pull it. The blinding light hit him and he could only close his eyes as they began to register the light. Putting his hands on the rusty sink, feeling the coolness penetrate his skin. He simply stood there, looking down the drain and holding onto the sink for dear life, Finally he moved, twisting the small half broken knob and letting out a stream of water.

He cupped his hands and winced at the freezing water, but lifted his hands to splash his face. The water dripped onto his jacket and slid down his face, making him suffer as a light breeze traveled across. The window had been left open, and Oblio briskly walked over and slammed it shut, not caring about the broken lock. Returning to his spot at the sink, he wiped his face with his hands, pushing the water down off his face and into the sink. His hands hand small broken rivers flowing down his fingers and escaped into the sink.

He finally looked up into the mirror, looking into his own eyes, trying to see something. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he wanted to find out. Yet with every passing moment, Oblio could only see a broken man. A man who was tired of everything, who was ugly and unloved by the world. He felt the shame of his past beginning to come before his eyelids, hearing the others' scorning laughter and even when he closed his eyes, he could see his own parents frowning with disgust.

Oblio punched the mirror, cracking it and getting a few shards in his skin. Pulling away from the broken mirror, he felt the hot pain travel to his hand. Carefully pulling the blood-stained mirror shards, Oblio made sure not to look into them. He wasn't worthy of love. He was ugly, and they laughed at his strange body, it was impossible for him to be loved.

Oblio began to tie up his wounds, cleaning off the blood and pouring the searing hot alcohol into his cuts. He bit his lip and watched at the alcohol burned and bubbled with his red blood. This was nothing major yet Oblio felt so much pain. He was nothing.

Oblio began to wonder why Angel loved him. Did he even love him? He probably didn't. No matter what Angel said, Oblio couldn't understand how Angel was attracted to him. He wasn't awesome or cool. He was nothing special. With a sigh, Oblio wiped away his bubbling blood, and wrapped up his hand with gauze.

Oblio stared at the ceiling. His eyes glossed over and he smiled at his memories with Angel. They would love to touch each other, not just sexually but also lovingly. Angel's hands had such a heat to them and when applied in the right places, Oblio would just melt in bliss. Oblio always had trouble expressing his words, yet his gestures and body language never failed him. Angel wouldn't even have to ask Oblio anything to know whether he was happy or if something was wrong.

Oblio had never told Angel he loved him. That was the biggest problem in the relationship. Oblio couldn't form the words, they always got caught in his throat and it was easier just to show him. Angel loved it too, all the loving touches and kissing but he always wanted to hear Oblio say it. Oblio couldn't understand, why was it so important to say it? He was showing him wasn't he? Wasn't that enough?

Whenever they fought about this Angel had always brought up the fact that he never said it.

Oblio hated this. Oblio hated being alone here and wanted to be able to go out and have some fun. He reached into his denim pocket and fished out his crappy cell phone. He opened it and quickly looked at his contacts. The only contacts listed were Angel and Kyoko. Oblio threw his phone across the room and heard it thunk against whatever it hit. He turned on his side and curled up, wanting to keep in all the warmth of Angel's touches, wanting to feel that heat in just the right places. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mimic that beautiful warmth.

Oblio couldn't help but constantly ask himself, now that he had found love, could he let it go? Could he move on and live like he used to with this new knowledge of this wonderful feeling?

Oblio smiled bitterly.

He never realized how cold it was here in his own home...