Ghosting

10:00 pm

He sat from where he once stood. Thinking of all the memories he had servicing the altar. As the wind blew that night, so did his feelings of happiness. He felt it draining, straining to get a better hold of him but to no luck. He felt lumps form and tears fall. From his pocket peeked the cellphone he always held. Looking back, it never did him any good. It just made things worse. But the bitter things have yet to come.

Curses. He forgot to bring his jacket. He cursed silently as his teeth chattered and his whole body chilled. This was him, standing infront of the cathedral, mourning his curses and brands.

A little pop came from his phone. A message from a girl he liked. Again, she could never understand how he felt, just like the ones before her.

But it hurts even more to know that he feels that she pities him. Its been years since he last snapped out of it. Hoping to find someone who understands.

"Don't cry, please."

A short message from the girl. How dare she say that. His burden becoming heavier by each minutes he stands there.

"What does she know about me."

He couldn't trust anyone, especially when he was weak. Not now. Not ever. He wasn't even sure if he could trust her. Not that he thinks she's inexperienced, she's just too naive.

"I'm just a fucking worried person, because i fucking care."

"Why do you care when you barely know me?"

"Does that limit me?"

Her words, pressure him too much. He's used to crying alone in this place. Mourning everything alone too.

"Yes. Yes it would."

He said silently, words clinging on to the wind.