He fell deeper into his drink, ever the romantic. Casting chary glances through the amber prism of his glass towards the would-be soul mate that had just sat down. His tired, red eyes cried out for her, he'd never felt so far away from someone so close to him.
Rubbing stale cigarette smoke from the weary creases of his languished face, Darren rose. He staggered, lopsidedly as his addled body limped away from him, his walk unfolding itself across the room like a broken concertina.
Darren found himself outside, rain drumming down on him from the ebony blanket of clouds above. His hands a mess of spent cigarette and rain dappled papers, head pressed hard into the wall of the pub. He stared openly at her through the warm, lustrous inebrium of the tavern window.
"I love you." He mouthed to the young girl.
The window steamed up as he did so, his words gamboling inefficaciously off the glass. Darren slid down the wall, his slumped body exhaling a symphony of melancholic afterthought.
The rain woke him again, confused and alone. Splintered shadows casting playful penumbra over unfamiliar surroundings. Darren felt sick, this was the first time he'd been this close to her, she was beautiful.
Ever the romantic.
Sigh. Been there, only to realise after being roused that I could then think clearly.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely.
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