Lady of Sorrows? I Think Not! (New Version)

Hot coffee sloshed over the edge of the mug, burning the delicate, 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 silently, running his slightly too cold fingers, that were as much like porcelain as the offending mug, over the red tinted skin. Squatting quickly, he gathered up the pieces of china that had scattered in impact. 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 slightly long, messy black hair out of his face and leaned against the coffee bar. Bored, he picked up a serviette 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 that it was perfect for his friend’s next tattoo, the man put the serviette aside and surveyed the beautiful old café.

It was cosy; 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 which gave the 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 while few minutes, the small group of business men left. Their lunch hour must have been nearing an end; they seemed to have left the young man alone. With an almost imperceptible sigh, he started restocking the coffee bar for the rush that he knew would be coming after the lectures at the college ended. He had only been in the store room for a couple minutes, but when he came back out, the serviette on which he had drawn was gone. He frowned, and searched behind the counter but there was no sign of it anywhere. He shrugged, resolving to draw it again. His mind wandered to the time ahead, to the college students that would fill this place, whether they were looking for WIFI, coffee, or company. They would give this place a youthful energy that was quite the opposite of its refined, eco-modern décor. When he had filled up the last coffee tin and turned on the out-dated coffee machine, the young man had nothing to do but wait.

Meanwhile, the man on the sidewalk stared. His avid thoughts raced and whirled as he licked his plush red lips. He winced slightly, the barest sliver of emotion showing on his face. It stung sharply as his tongue rubbed over the fresh, bloody marks that stood out boldly on his bottom lip. He lifted the ink covered serviette to his lips. It smelled of him. The man’s eyes were transfixed; the object of his desire the only thing he saw, although he would have liked the view a lot more without the fucking window in the way! The man in the old coffee shop was perfect! He had the perfect eyes, the most amazing lips, soft and white skin that looked soft enough to kiss, such a stunning figure, and he was even the exact right height! The man on the sidewalk giggled; it sounded manic, even to him. He had found the One! And now, he would never be alone.

“I’ll love you forever, Gerard.”

Notes

So, having to open a new account sucked, but at least you guys will get the newer version of this that I've been working on :)
Enjoy it, and feel free to comment and vote. I love me some feedback!

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