This one's for the optional theme: Last stand

I listened to imogen heap while writing this.. The songs are: Loose ends, whatever and Swoon... This is more of an experiment, a new style of writing, and a new view of things, so It's kinda weird, but I hope you like it anyways :)
Oh, and I think I have a name! Finally~~~

"None of them are left anymore"

1.

Allen finds himself inside this bar more and more constantly.

People and people walk past, and he sits.

First time, a piggytaled girl's there. She sits as well, and she talks with everyone. Once, she even talks to him, and he finds her to be a nice girl.

She meets a redhead bunny head, next time.

Then she swoons, he swoons. And the two of them stop comming.

2.

Allen comes again, observing.

This time he stands.

A dark skinned, tiny girl comes in, he never saw her before, so he watches, curious.

The girl comes again and again, late at night, and she's always only alone, Allen notes, in this overfilled bar. He finds her to be weird, a little creepy even.

Allen doesn't have the time to study her more, as two dark skinned -their skin is the same shade as hers, Allen observes- men come up to her.

She smiles, they smile, maybe she knows them, maybe not. Together, they leave.

3.

Allen watches again, as a tall, pale faced man gets swooped by a curlyhead. They both look clumsy, and made for each other.

Allen feels a pang of jealousy, but hushes the feelings, and smiles as the two of them walk out of the bar, their shoulders touching. He isn't sure if he'll ever see them again, but it is not important anyways, he decides.

Allen stays standing in the corner.

4.

The piggytaled girl is there again, the readhead at her side. They seem to be making friends with a little, funny looking boy. The boy insults the readhead and they start arguing.

Allen smiles, and turns, leaving the bar, relucantly. He wants to find the person already, but it doesn't seem like they'll come today either, whoever it is he's waiting for.

5.

The next time he finds himself in the small bar, he's drinking lemonade, and eating some cookies.

People and people walk past, and he sits, again.

When hours start passing by too quickly, melting together, Allen stands again.

It seems like last stand's his this time, he thinks, smirking.

He's a little amused, and a little disappointed, as he leaves silently.

6.

There's a breeze as he walks towards the bar tonight. He swallows up the fresh air, satisfactorily tired from the day, and refreshingly sleepy.

He stops as he sees two girls leaving the bar, laughing. Probably friends, Allen supposes, but he stops, because he hates speculations, he figures. Just observing is enough, seems, but today Allen doesn't feel like it, so he turnes around, and walks away.

7.

The bitter feelings disappear, as he feels, and hears his heart go thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk..

Hush, hush, he wants to say, but piercing, blue eyes stop him, halt him for that one moment.

Dark, long hair sways as he turns towards him. Allens smile widens as he sees the mans smile, and as he hears the mans footsteps approaching.

This time it's him, not the piggytaled girl, or the dark haired men.

And he realizes; inside the bar,

none of them are left anymore.