Chapter 54 - The coffee shop

Aaron didn't know how long he had wandered, hands inside his pocket and tears falling down his cheeks. His gaze down as he continued walking in the cold street, trying to stop the dry sobs that escaped him from time to time. It was already winter and the brush of the wind was almost painful. It was worse when you were crying. Though he was able to see his warm breath lingering in the air, condensing the cold atmosphere surrounding him. It was beautiful in its simplicity and it relaxed him. He liked the cold, loved it in fact, every breeze that brushed against his skin felt like the lingering of Lucifer's touches. He wondered if Lucifer's breath would do the same as his and form puffs of warm air or the air would remain the same.