The Stranger in a Cafe by Dasha Kudenko

A young and beautiful,
sad and lonely, despondent guy sits near the window and thoughtfully looks through it. Seemingly his eyes at any moment might fill by tears. Under his hand on a tea-cloth I see the name of a girl he thinks about. About that, who was everything for him.  He thinks about the past and that moments when he was happy. He thinks about his life and about all things he have at this moment.  He looks at the sky, he see the clouds like his time passing by. He think that every day can be the last like every train can be.  “How many times will the sun set up again?” - he asks himself.  “How many times will I be smitten with remorse?” He think that he should take it;  every second, every minute, every day can be the last. The kiss he never gave, the words he never said, tomorrow can be to late, maybe today is yet too late.  It is his favorite place because there once he met her. And now he lost her.  He hang his head. Shield his face. The tears flowed unchecked down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. He was too sad to cry out or wail, he just sit there as still as a statue while the magnitude of his loss swept over him. For once again he was lost in the torrid vortex of the moment. It was a moment that carried him forwards until only death could release him from it's clutches. He was forever tormented by a past that could not be undone. But despite everything he decide that he will live, because she live in him.