The day started off well enough for him.

He increasingly found himself searching for something that he knew he never could find.

Walking down the South Bank, on his own for really the very first time.

The river glistened, like the thousand tear drops that were shed, and those that should have been but never did.

Empty faces, discordance, chaos, amidst the beautiful shades of forever.

The wind clawed at his skin, threatening to tear his heart out, but he was well guarded from the cold. He had created a way to survive.

All the time, thinking foolishly of what is forbidden.

It gets tiring when all you can do to keep sane is chase your own shadow.