[ WP ] A love story in a coffee shop during an autumn night .

The tears had been with him through it all. Through math class, through chemistry, whenever he laid his head to rest at night. It had been coming for a long time, it was n't a surprise. But that did n't make it easier. *'' We need to see other people, it is n't working. `` * He'd seen it, she was n't talking as much as she used to, the Skype calls had grown more and more quiet. 
 
 And here they were, when she was not. The tears came once more, breath catching in his chest in a huge swell as he fought down the guttural wail that filled him like a smoker's first cough. 
 
 Looking down to shut out the shame of crying in public, he watched as the tickle of warm tears transformed into broad specks on the blank page of notes that sat before him on the table. Both hands reached up to cradle his head, squeezing harder and harder as the hoarse sobs fought to escape. 
 
 It hurt so badly to be alone; even the misery of impending doom was better than the deep sinking feeling of inadequacy and disgust that now washed away happy memories of a summer past. He resolved to stand up, to close his eyes and march out right into traffic. Just a few steps it was, then maybe god could decide if he was better off alone- 
 
 *'' Hey, are you ok? `` * A voice asked. He looked up, sniffing. His eyes followed a figure in a dark uniform as it sat down in front of him. *Hi, my name is Krystal* read the name tag.
