He stood there, alone on a busy street, as he watched the last of the glimmer fade from the red in his lover's hair. He watched him walk away for the very last time. The streets were crowded, the sun burning his eyes, and he felt lost in the dark.
Vel knew this would be the last time, he was always forcing excuses to surface for why he shouldn't be with that younger man. Excuses. That's all they ever were. Lies, he told himself. He felt his heart sink lower into the emptiness, and heard an angry growl from overhead. The skies darkened suddenly with a gust of wind.
"Thanks.," he said with a sigh as he looked up.
Vel returned his eyes to where he last saw A---he stopped himself. He couldn't finish his name. It hurt. He closed his eyes as he felt the rain slowly begin. One drop, then two, then thirty. Soon he was soaked through his suit. His long raven hair pulled with the weight of the water into his face.
The lights in the street lamps flicked in the sudden darkness. Their glow was soft, the flickering haunting. Time slowed into a sickening halt. People pushed passed him, some shouldering by, some walking a ways around him. Some stared; stop to stare at the soaking man standing the rain, crying.
Yes, those were tears rolling down his cheeks. They were warm against his cold skin. His grey-green eyes tried to hide them, blink them away. He closed his eyes against the muffled flashes of lightning.
He was too young for you.
No, he wasn't.
You said so yourself. I'm just trying to help.
If that's not the reason, then why? Why turn him away that way?
Nothing? Are you heartless?
Perhaps you're just cold.
I had a reason.
So, what was it? To energetic? Not moody enough for you?
I can't make a relationship work when I can't even be with him.
Ah, so you're selfish. If you cant have him forever, why bother?
Maybe I am.
I did what was right. Its best for--
For who? For you? For him? Pfft. You're blind and old. You just let the best thing in your life walk away, and he's never going to come back.
And that does nothing for you?
The never-ending rain poured down from the angry cloud's above, as Vel continued to argue with himself over his reasoning. The crowds on the streets had thinned, most avoiding the rain. Some even tried to talk to him, but empty words reached his ears and fell away just as quickly. His legs were weak, his chest heavy, and he soon felt the weight of the world crumpling in around him.
The backs of his legs hit the edge of a bench, and he collapsed upon it. He could no longer hold back his broken heart, and he sobbed. It had been a long time since he broke down like this. The last time was over a lost love , too. He shook those bitter thoughts away, before his heartache turned to rage.
The sound of rain hitting the tops of an umbrella caught his attention.
He looked up to find that the rain was no longer falling over him. He looked up to see a bright pink umbrella blocking the clouds and the rain. His eyes traveled down the handle of the umbrella to a hand that was holding it. And his eyes carried him along the length of the arm to a very pretty face.
No. He looked harder. That was a very pretty man, sitting next to him. He had long strawberry blond hair , one side blocking his view of the lightest shade of blue eyes he had ever seen. The smile on his face confused Vel, and perhaps maybe that confusion was showing through.
"You look like you could use a friend.," He said.