he would stop by the coffee shop every day. but he would never get inside. he would just stand there on the cold street looking through the large window of the café. he had to see her.
she would still go there every day, always with a book in her hands and a cup of black coffee on the table.
sometimes he wanted to go inside and talk to her about weird things like they used to do. he wanted to feel happy and he wanted to make her happy. he knew that that would happen if he wasn't so stubborn.
deep down he knew he wasn't just jealous of the boy he had seen that day. he had realized he was becoming too attached to that girl. seeing her with that boy made him heartbroken which meant she had conquered his heart. he knew that he couldn't emotionally depend on someone. he had worked very hard to detach himself from everyone's lives; he couldn't ruin that now.
so he would turn around and walk through the city with nowhere to go. he was a lost boy.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Boys
Short Storyhe was just a boy who didn't know where he belonged who felt lonely all the time who was lost but it was okay because he was used to it
