Stumbling hearts

The air was cold, and raindrops fell from the sky. The street was filled with people running to shelter, but he walked with no cover. He was fast drenched; his steps echoed on the watery street. He felt the rain mix with his pain. His heart was heavy, and he seemed to have lost his voice.

Sunny walked home quietly, not concerned with the eyes stationed on him. He had lost the battle even before it began.

And Damon... the thought of him made his heart race in ways he dared not admit. The glass had been crushed, just like his future and his dreams. But then Damon walked out without a word. This only made Sunny feel even more alone.

The streets blurred out, his steps quickened, and soon he arrived at his cold apartment. He had always been a lover of quietness and peace; hence, it was without doubt his apartment was on the outskirts of the land, a little away from the bustling centers and not too far into the undeveloped forest.