Clouded Minds |Broshler|

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Josh's pov

I look to the door as the bell chimed.
I don't know why, everyone in the city was the same, either a business man or a clothes shop owner.
They all blended together after awhile.
But the person who walked in seemed...different.
He looked so small and frail, swimming in a black hoodie.

No, more like sinking.

His eyes were filled with tiredness and his neck covered in faint bruises.

I stared as the cashier spoke inaudible words and the boy nodded. He then walked away from the counter, his face calm but a hint of unsettleness still hid behind his eyes

Though he stopped as his eyes found mine.
They were big and brown, but broken.
They held something there, something that wanted to get out, to speak. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
I smiled earning a shy one in return before he walked over to the window seat.
I watched him, mesmerized by his quietness and the bruises that lined his neck.

Why were there bruises there?

After a minute or two the barista came over holding a coffee.
They spoke, I didn't know what about, but it made the brunette boy nervous.
His features wiped of all calmness and peace.
I saw him laugh then the barista walked off, a small frown pressed against his eyes and lips.

I continued to watch him.
I didn't know why, but he was so captivating.
It soon began to rain and the people outside ran for cabs or the buildings they were trying to get to.

They acted like they were sugar cubes that would dissolve under the fingers of the clouds.

So dramatic.

The boy watched. Hands cupped around the hot coffee in front of him.

I thought about what I was going to do, but not long enough.

I stood, feet moving wearily over to the empty seat in front of the quiet brunette.

'God, what am I doing?!'

I sit down, still not attracting his attention.

"Hi."

I smiled nervously as I spoke.

He turned toward me, big doe eyes searching mine, question sewn into them.

"Hello..."

My eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

He shakes his head, voice small.

"Why ar-are you over here?"
He furrowed his brows slightly, an act that seemed to go unnoticed by himself.

I shrugged, but anxiety filled me.

This was a bad idea.

"You looked lonely. I can leave if you want."

I moved to get up, but He shakes his head, as if he couldn't speak.
And in his eyes again I saw something...but still didn't know what.