Inspired By Edward Hopper - Nighthawks
It hurt. It hurt almost as much as burning alive. But what made it hurt the most was that He didn't understand why.
Xavier's eyes pierced the mug in front of him with a pained gaze. The tints of green reflected the green painted wood in the window. Over in the corner, a couple laughed. Young, and spry, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to a time, not too long ago. Minutes, really. Each one that passed by felt like years, years apart from a world that felt... surreal.
His heart lurched at the thought of her. At the memory. He couldn't believe what happened, he couldn't believe the letter she left him. His hand shifted to his coat pocket, fingers grazing over the parchment, ensuring it was still there. Quietly, just barely, her name escaped through his breath. "Layla..."
Like water through fingers, it was gone but left a trace in the universe. Like smoke in the wind, she had escaped him. And she continued to perplex him.
Her letter had been so strange. Kissing an angel when she had been a demon from the waters. What could that mean? Probably some metaphor - she had a way with words he never was able to explain. "Whoever it is, the next one's on me..."The man across from him said, gesturing to his empty shot.
Xavier gave a light chuckle, surprised by the small but kind gesture. He must have a sorry sight for the eyes of others. Alone in the world. Drifting as one did in the sea of people. After all, isn't that what everyone did in this world full of others? Drift... until they found another.
Xavier had had his fair share of drifting. It was time for him to move. "No, I think it's time for me to leave for the night." With a tip of his hat, and a wave, he left some money on the counter for the bartender on the counter top. Before he left, his eyes flashed to the girl laughing quietly beside him. Her radiant smile could have lit a deep dark cave... of course it wasn't the girl in the corner he was thinking of. The bell rung on his way out into the cold unfamiliar city.
Somewhere, far far away, a horn in the Hudson blew. Somewhere, an engine was running or a mother was reading to their children before bed. Somewhere, a heart was pained and stirring with regret and longing. Knowing that the other was away, trying to fly to them, to lift them up up up out of the dark waters.
Except it wasn't that faraway after all:
There, on the street corner, distanced from the lamppost to where he stood by the doorway, a girl stared blankly. Her hair was drenched but her face, unshaken. An anchor in the raging waves crashing down over everything in it's path.
On a street corner in a pocket of New York City, was Layla.
There, two lonely souls met again.
Xavier's eyes pierced the mug in front of him with a pained gaze. The tints of green reflected the green painted wood in the window. Over in the corner, a couple laughed. Young, and spry, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to a time, not too long ago. Minutes, really. Each one that passed by felt like years, years apart from a world that felt... surreal.
His heart lurched at the thought of her. At the memory. He couldn't believe what happened, he couldn't believe the letter she left him. His hand shifted to his coat pocket, fingers grazing over the parchment, ensuring it was still there. Quietly, just barely, her name escaped through his breath. "Layla..."
Like water through fingers, it was gone but left a trace in the universe. Like smoke in the wind, she had escaped him. And she continued to perplex him.
Her letter had been so strange. Kissing an angel when she had been a demon from the waters. What could that mean? Probably some metaphor - she had a way with words he never was able to explain. "Whoever it is, the next one's on me..."The man across from him said, gesturing to his empty shot.
Xavier gave a light chuckle, surprised by the small but kind gesture. He must have a sorry sight for the eyes of others. Alone in the world. Drifting as one did in the sea of people. After all, isn't that what everyone did in this world full of others? Drift... until they found another.
Xavier had had his fair share of drifting. It was time for him to move. "No, I think it's time for me to leave for the night." With a tip of his hat, and a wave, he left some money on the counter for the bartender on the counter top. Before he left, his eyes flashed to the girl laughing quietly beside him. Her radiant smile could have lit a deep dark cave... of course it wasn't the girl in the corner he was thinking of. The bell rung on his way out into the cold unfamiliar city.
Somewhere, far far away, a horn in the Hudson blew. Somewhere, an engine was running or a mother was reading to their children before bed. Somewhere, a heart was pained and stirring with regret and longing. Knowing that the other was away, trying to fly to them, to lift them up up up out of the dark waters.
Except it wasn't that faraway after all:
There, on the street corner, distanced from the lamppost to where he stood by the doorway, a girl stared blankly. Her hair was drenched but her face, unshaken. An anchor in the raging waves crashing down over everything in it's path.
On a street corner in a pocket of New York City, was Layla.
There, two lonely souls met again.
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