Lady Of Sorrows? I Think Not!

Hot coffee sloshed over the edge of the mug, burning the soft white skin of the hand that held it. The mug bounced once; time seemed to slow as it smashed to shards at the feet of the tall young man. He nursed his burned hand before cleaning the offending pieces of porcelain from the tiles. His hands hadn't been shaky and yet as he had filled the mug, the liquid had rocked and splashed as it poured from the old coffee machine. He thought for what must have been the millionth time that his boss should invest in a new one. He brushed his messy black hair out his face and leaned against the coffee bar. Bored, he picked up a napkin and and began doodling on it with a sharpie. It was soon covered in a unique mix of tribal and gothic patterns, captioned with "Halloween". Thinking it perfect for his friend's next tattoo, the man put the napkin aside and surveyed the beautiful old cafe.

It was cozy; a maze of solid wood tables surrounded by cushioned chairs, little lounges of plush couches and one wall entirely covered with shelves of books. The two main colours were beige and a light gold giving the large and irregularly shaped room a light natural feel. His moss green eyes lingered on the only table with customers before glancing down at his phone. After a few minutes the small group of businessmen left, the lunch hour being done, and the man behind the counter seemed to have been left alone. With a sigh he started restocking the coffee bar for the rush he knew would be coming after the lectures at the college ended. He had only been in the storeroom for a couple minutes but when he came out, the napkin he had drawn on was gone. He frowned and searched behind the counter but there was no sign of it. He shrugged, resolved to draw it again. His mind wandered to the time ahead, to the college students that would fill this place, whether looking for wifi, coffee, or company. They would give this place a youthful energy that was quite the opposite of its decor. When he had filled the last coffee tin and turned on the outdated coffee machine, the young man had nothing to do but wait.

Meanwhile, the man on the sidewalk licked his lips. He winced slightly, it stung sharply as his tongue rubbed over the fresh bite marks in his lush bottom lip. He lifted the ink covered napkin to his lips; it smelled of him. The man's eyes were transfixed; the object of his desire the only thing he saw, though he would have liked the view a lot more without the fucking window. The man in the old coffee shop was perfect - perfect lips, perfect eyes, perfect body, even the perfect height. The man on the sidewalk giggled; it sounded manic, even to him. He had found the One! and now, he would never get away!

"I'll love you forever, Gerard."

Notes

{).{) Run Gee!! Oh, wait... he doesn't know yet. Lol but will he find out in time? We shall see!

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