A Night When Angels Fly (Short Story)

The dark room around him is cold and damp. The windows are open and the chilly, polluted air of the city swirls into the room. His pillow is wet from all the tears he had shed and the cold wind freezes his bones. 

But he couldn't care less. 

Nothing mattered anymore. Not even the cold wet pillow that was making him shiver. The pillow that got wet because of his tears.

He had actually cried over her. He never cries. And especially not because of some girl.

But she wasn't just some girl. She wasn't like anyone else.

She had loved him, hold him and told him that she would never leave him. She had promised that she would never do that,that she wouldn't stop loving him.

However, here he is, crying over her anyways, because she left.

"Promise me that you're going to be okay, promise that you will never leave me alone. Promise me, because I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you." he had told her, even that time he was close to tears. She had made his eyes watery and stingy more times than anyone or anything had.

"Calm down, Adam. Of course I would never leave you. You are my everything, don't you know that?" she had said with an amused smile on her lips. His childishness was amusing for her, the way he clung onto her for dear life, begging her to stay was amusing to her.

He should have known it right then. He should have known that she wasn't going to intend to keep that promise. He should have known.

"How could I be so stupid?" he croaked, his voice was hoarse because of all the crying and screaming, but it still sounded monotone, like there wasn't anyone inside his body. Like he was hollow. 

He was hollow, he was empty. She took everything with her when she left. All his happiness, all his energy, everything that was worth living for.. she took it all with her. The only thing she left in the shell that was his body was the pain and the sorrow.

He rose from the bed, the bed that they had shared, the bed where she used to curl up against him at night for warmth and protection, and went to look out of the windows at the "city that never sleeps". It was very cold outside so the streets seemed quite deserted for a city that never did sleep.

"How could I let her fool me like this?" he said to the stars outside his windows.

"How could she do this to me?" he wishers as more tears comes streaming down his face. 

"YOU HEAR ME?!" he suddenly screams to the dark October sky. 

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" he screams at  the top of his lungs. 

"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME?!" he cries out to the night.

"You promised.." he says as he leans against the wall and slides down to the cold floor. The tears keep running as he pulls his fingers trough his dark hair.

Everything is dark. His hair, his room, the night, the suit that he wore at the church just a few hours ago, his heart..

I need to go see her.

He tells himself.

I need to talk to her alone, just the two of us. Maybe.. maybe then she will come back to me.

He stands up gets out of the room. He finds the dark ripped jeans and the black t-shirt he wore at the café a few days ago, just before.. before she left him.

He doesn't even care about locking the door to their-...his apartment, because he won't come back there is she refuses to speak with him again.

He gets out on the cold and lonely streets, hoping that no one decides to mess with him and stall him from seeing her. He doesen't even try to get a cab because he is in no condition to speak with any other person than her.