Alone

He stood broadly on the top of a dark and lonely hill. Loneliness...oh, how he knew the metalic taste of being completely isolated from the world so very well. Yet another night, completely alone here. A chilling wind blew past his face, ruffling his dark curls. He pulled his trench-coat tighter to him.

"This is what exile is though, isn't it?" he thought to himself, yet again. In the distance, he could hear bells ringing from town. It would be nice to talk to someone again...anyone at all, one could go mad with only the company of oneself.

He shivered a little, and proceeded down the hill. An image came to mind with the first star. A woman's face-pale and youthful, round and sweet...He shook the image off. No use in dwelling on the past, better to live in the present...But the present, he thought, taking a long look at his surroundings, the present is so very bleak. He had nothing left to live for...No one there to hold him and...and...notice. Notice when he hurt...Look into his eyes, and make it go away.

No one wanted to look into his eyes now. They had hardened into two black coals, forever glaring out at-what? Not at anyone or anything anymore....Just staring. That was what this had reduced him to. Bare, naked existance. He could dissappear tomorrow, or stay rooted to this very spot forever, and it wouldn't make any difference.

In truth-this was hell.