How come once something's gone you notice it more?
How can something that's not there catch your attention?
The Chilly night air curled its cold fingers around Axels neck and made him jerk his hood up, but somehow, the feeling of the cold gripping his hot skin didn't leave him. Chilling and broken.
Where are you?
I feel you, here, even though I'm on my own.
Time in the blink of an eye, passed too quickly to even attempt to hold onto, Axel cursed, he had wasted another day, another hour, another moment, brooding.
No matter how many sunrises or sunsets, he was never able to to let go or move on.
Axel stood up, his green eyes on the night sky, the breeze hissing at his movement, at his final attempt to go. To leave. To forget?