A hooded figure sat alone at a table in the back. He sat hunched over his untouched firewhiskey, staring into the amber colored liquid. Beneath that ragged black coat was a man with a troubled past. And now it was his time to start over. It was time to be the person he was meant to be. Better choices were going to be needed to make this life of his a good one.
He pushed the firewhiskey away. This would be his first good choice. He didn't need this alcohol, this...emotion numbing potion. He needed to feel again. He needed to let reality course through his veins once again, because quite frankly, Axel had started to forget what reality was.
He spent his days alone, drinking away his sorrows and his thoughts, letting them all be washed away by those few ounces of amber. Then he would stumble home and go to sleep. He had a recurring dream almost every night. It was her. The girl with the beautiful blond hair and perfect smile. Axel had made himself forget about her while he was conscious, but in his dreams, there was no pushing her away. He couldn't get her out of his dreams. He loved her. He never stopped loving her. He only wished that things had been different. That the dramatic scenes of the past didn't occur.
Axel stood up, little strands of dark red hair falling down over his sky blue eyes. He pulled the hood down so as not to be noticed. He was a nobody and be a nobody. He started for the door but when he looked away, he didn't notice that somebody was coming in. He ran into the girl.
"I'm sorry." Axel said, looking down, his cheeks red. He looked up and felt his heart do what felt like a somersault. "It's you." He whispered. He bit his lip and stepped around her and stepped swiftly outside.