Allan tapped his index fingers together as another cup of Joe sat in front of him, the cutesy clock ticking as Vinny got closer to escaping his workplace.

Oh god I don't want to do this. Was all that went through his mind, his fingers fiddling together anxiously. His eyebrows were strung up in his forehead creases as worry gnawed at his heart.

Soon, his eyes slowly traveled up from the table as he saw the sparkling blue eyes he dreaded the minute he breathed air that morning.

His smile hesitantly dropped as confusion plastered across his face, "You alright dear?" Allan's shoulders slumped and he buried his face in his hands, "Shit," He breathed out.

"Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't think about this. Oh, fuck, babe..." Was all he could stutter out, sprawled across the table, his hand reaching for Vinny's as he tucked his face away in the crook of his elbow.

"Wait- Allan Denise Foster, pick your head up." Vinny's firm command was met by a pair of bloodshot, puffy eyes that made his heart want to pool on the floor in a lovestruck puddle. "What exactly is going on?" "I- Babe, Vinny, you know me right?" Allan murmured, his eyes constantly glancing to his wristwatch that was always around his arm.

"Of cour-- What is going on, Allan?" He asked once more, cutting his own answer off as he tried his hand away from Allan's.

Blood rushed to his head as Allan said the words he wished he hadn't, his cheeks beat red in embarrassment, "I think we need to break up."

Silence filled his entire being as a startling ringing buzzed through his ears. All he heard was sobbing, the sobbing he dreaded so much day in and day out.

His voice cracked and caught in his throat, tears rubbing his cheeks raw. "I'm s-sorry-" He whispered, his eyes adverting to his sneakers as he scooted his chair out. Not a word formed from Vinny. "I'm gonna... Go.." He whispered to more himself than anybody else.

And out back into the harsh winds he was, stalking back to his run down apartment complex. His feet merged with the gravel once more, his head hung low as all he could do was imagine Vinny wiping his tears away, one after another.

But to hell with anyone who said he felt no remorse as his keys jingled themselves into place and he hobbled his way to the couch he grew to love. With the soft foils slung over the arms of it, and a tiger print blanket folded surprisingly neatly overly the back of it for when he accidentally found himself in the hold of slumber on those ancient cushions.

He couldn't help but repeat unnumbered what it's in his head, his hands claming up and then relaxing repeatedly. Tears had made his face bright red, and his heartbeat only quickened each minute that passed.

Before his mind had focused on the time, he soon realized it was in the late afternoon, the sun releasing itself from the highest peak in the sky. So much time had passed since his life came crashing down at his demand.

His chest slowed down until all that assured his life force was the small heart pounding in his chest and the barely audible breathing slipping past his lips.

It was almost as if he was dead, as if his skin had frozen over and his blood stopped in his veins. It sure as hell felt like he was a frozen corpse in a wasteland of helplessness. He forgot how to twitch his fingers even the slightest bit to change the channel, or to hug a couch pillow close to his chest.

He really had no need to do anything at the moment except for weep quietly and tuck his chin and knees closer to him, that's all he needed to do. Or all he could do.