ix. Hopeless

It made him feel so very lighthearted, just being able to have spent the time he had with her.

He went back to the table they occupied and sat where she had sat. He took the cup she had sipped hot chocolate on earlier, and slowly sipped what remained.

No one would suspect what he was doing. A wealthy gentleman who has been blessed by innocent good looks, how would anyone think there lies the madness.

He does not understand it himself. The pull she has on him. How her blue eyes that matched his made him feel so alive.

It made him so hungry. It was her fault anyway. How she continue to endlessly entice him. He did not ask for this.

He did not ask for this feeling of insatiable need that wanted so badly to be sated. He took the napkin she had used and put it inside his pocket.

The waiter smiled at him, thankful for his generous tip. He did not care to return the good tidings.