Coming Back To You

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That's all you were able to here as the rain drops hit the window. It didn't surprise Denis that it was raining, as it had been for five months straight, but he didn't mind at all, in a way, it was comforting.

He bit his bottom lip as he stared out the window into the darkness, his brown warm eyes watching as every individual drop fell from the sky and splattered on the cold hard pavement. He had a nice warm coffee on his lap, which he took sips of time to time, he brought his cold plumped lips to the ring of the mug, and took a sip.

He put the mug down, getting up to turn on the heater, he was rather freezing, even though he had a warm fluffy blanket wrapped around him, he was shaking. Once he turned the heater on, his favorite song came on on the radio, a smile appeared on his lips as he turned it up, singing along to the well known song.

He made his way back to the window, humming the sweet melody without even having to think of the lyrics, they just spilled from his lips so naturally.

Once the song had finished, the rain had died down a bit, it was no longer beating down on the ground, but it was now rather drizzling lightly. Denis looked down at his phone, hoping that that one special name will pop up on his screen, but as usual, it didn't, soon that hope that Denis was feeling, turned to one of sadness.

'Stupid' Denis muttered, turning his phone off again. He had been waiting everyday for a sign that his love would send him something to let him know they were good, but everyday he was met with the same thing. Nothing. He was starting to loose hope, he didn't know why he didn't just give up already, he knew he should have, but he didn't want to. 'So, so, so stupid.'

A tear slipped down his cheek, making its way to his lap. That one single tear, was soon fallowed by another, and another, and another, until they were to many to count.

His bottom lip trembled as sobs escaped his once warm smooth lips, that now we're chapped and cold as the days went by. He ran his fingers through his messy, dull, tangled hair, that once use to be so smooth and vibrant. His eyes spilled a river, as if he was drowning in his own tears. His lifeless  colorless eyes were red and puffy, his vision was blurry as the tears kept pouring out.

Denis had kept everything in, all the sadness, anger, pain, he had kept in, swallowing his emotions down and keeping hope, but now that hope was gone, and a life less, broken boy was what was left of it.

He held his phone in his icey cold hands, with shaky fingers, he unlocked it and went to that one contact number that he had been longing to show up for so long. He swallowed down the tears and, with hesitance, he deleted it, and turned his phone off. He had given up, he didn't want to, but he had to.

He stood up and walked, well more like dragged, himself to his bed. He knelt down, and reached under the bed, grabbing the little wooden box that was slowly collecting dust over the years that it has been untouched. Denis held it in both hands, opening it slowly, hearing the clicking of the little heart shape golden lock, that had too gotten rusty over the years.