coffee shop ; m.c

chapter seven | her

he couldn't sleep, again. it was another bad night. it wasn't as if these nights didn't occur frequently but he still relented when they did and relished in the times when he fell quickly into a state of dreaming. he thought too much, that was his entire problem. he sat thinking about things that did not even relate to him and the way he lived. he thought about lia and how she was all his stars shining at once. the flicker of lights bringing life to the dark sky that blanketed, so thickly, the entirety of the universe. he was the sky, he lived to let her shine, she however would not know this. she would not know why she shone so bright, why she stood out, so brilliantly against the black backdrop of the sky, which he embodied.

maybe in a sappy t.v show the pair would run into each other and spontaneously fall in love, or maybe he would be her knight in shining armour, saving her from the dragon which was reality its self. he would take her into his arms and they would run away together, but it was not a t.v show and michael found himself sitting on a park bench at 3 am in the morning or the cold winter, thinking about how he would only ever be the backdrop of the sky. how he would only ever be the darkness that suffocates the stars and pulls them under water with him, dampening their light. oh how he wished that this was a television show, but it was once again just reality and michael sat alone. he had no one to be his saviour from the dragon of reality.

the rain fell on his head as he continued to sit. he didn't mind though, he rather enjoyed the rain. it provided comfort for him and seemed to understand him, more than anyone else did, anyway. he didn't understand why being alone was frowned upon, people were foolish, he thought. most people didn't know what it was like to be forgotten, to be a sad story. people didn't know how it felt to be pushed away. to be like the old toys people had when they were kids, the toys they then threw out or hid in their closet when they were grown out of. michael was just like these toys, he was thrown out and pushed away. he didn't really need anything anyway, except maybe lia but he had the feeling that she wouldn't need him in the same way, that did make it awfully hard to need her.

however, when he sat there on that park bench at 3 am in the morning he didn't know that over a couple of streets sat the very girl causing all these thoughts sat lying awake in her bed, thinking about just the same thing as him.

although they were physically separated, the pair were together in space of the universe. their thoughts of half finished sentences only finished by the other in their own mind. the universe knew what it was doing, it just hadn't bothered to tell anyone else just yet. the universe liked to toy with people. that, my friend, is why people like lia and michael were lost. they were lost in the maze of the universe with their path still unclear.