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Gabe
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Date Posted: 13:06:17 01/07/02 Mon
The dim light of the coffeehouse crashed into the pale form, and troubled brown orbs were forced to blink, to readjust. His thin form was clad, despite the cold, in an olive T-shirt and black corduroys. His exposed flesh had been numbed, and yet, he was past being cold. Gathering a plain coffee, and laying out the money, he headed to an empty table, sitting own with a small sigh. Distractedly, an ashen hand, adorned with a perfect, black X, fled across brown locks, carelessly messing them. Gazing fixedly at the table, his mind, still broken, still bleeding, began to drift back. It had been hand to phone, ending the mouth to mouth. It was an endlessly short drive, the day he said good-bye. He found himself back in the old days, unknown, alone, yet vaguely hopeful. Despite his new found hope, however, it was still a case of missing it all; those 3am blinks, and soft morning kisses. Now, sitting in a coffeehouse, he picked up his cup and took a long drink, lightened by the reminiscing. As his gaze shifted to the window, taking in the sunlight outside, it somehow wasn't still the case of hating every beautiful day. With a small, inward smile, he turned away, contentedly watching the people mill around him, busy with their own lives, and hiding their own problems.
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