Adrian Falter sat alone at a corner table in the quiet restaurant, his fingers nervously tapping against the wooden surface. The warm lights overhead cast a gentle glow across the room, highlighting the comfortable setting, but Adrian couldn't focus on the cozy atmosphere. His eyes flicked toward the entrance every few seconds, heart racing with anticipation. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair, taking a quick glance at his reflection in the window—his piercing black eyes stared back at him, uncertain, lost.
The rain outside poured relentlessly, creating a soft drumming sound against the window that matched the growing tension in his chest. The world seemed so distant, blurred by the falling rain, as if it belonged to someone else entirely. A nervous smile tugged at his lips. He'd picked this place for its familiarity, hoping it would calm his nerves, but now it felt suffocating.
She's late.
Adrian bit the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow the discomfort building in his throat. Maybe she was caught up in the rain. Or maybe she just didn't want to come. No, stop thinking like that. She's coming, he told himself. He gazed out at the rain-soaked streets again, watching as strangers hurried by under umbrellas, their laughter and chatter muffled by the downpour. He wished he could laugh right now. He wished tonight was going to be easy.
A faint jingle at the door caught his attention, and his heart jumped. She had arrived. He waved quickly, his grin widening as he spotted her petite frame stepping into the restaurant, shaking off the rain from her coat.
"Hey, over here!" he called, his voice light, trying to hide the anxiety creeping through his veins.
She smiled back, but it wasn't the smile Adrian was used to. Something in her eyes was different—distant. The light that usually brightened her face when they met seemed dimmer. She walked over to the table, slowly, her movements heavy, as if she were carrying the weight of the rain with her.
"Hey," she said softly, sliding into the seat across from him. She tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, but her hands trembled.
Adrian's smile faltered. "You okay? You look... tired. Is everything alright?"
She avoided his gaze, her eyes focusing on the table instead. Her fingers traced the rim of the coffee cup that hadn't even been brought to the table yet. She was always so steady, so composed, but now she looked like she was holding herself together by a thread.
"I need to talk to you about something," she began, her voice quiet but firm.
Adrian felt his stomach drop. His instincts were screaming at him, but he tried to stay calm. "Yeah, of course. What's up?"
She paused, the silence between them stretching out unbearably. When she finally spoke again, her words were like a punch to the gut.
"I think we should break up."
For a moment, everything around Adrian stopped. The warmth of the restaurant, the comforting buzz of conversations, even the rain outside—all of it disappeared, leaving just the sound of his own heartbeat thudding in his ears. He stared at her, unblinking, trying to process what he'd just heard.
"What?" His voice came out hoarse, almost inaudible. "Why? What did I do?"
She shook her head slowly, her lips pressed into a thin line. "It's not you, Adrian. It's me."
He winced at the cliché. "What do you mean? I don't understand."
She looked up at him, her eyes hollow, empty in a way he had never seen before. "Every time I'm with you, I'm reminded of him. My ex. You're... you're too much like him—your mannerisms, the way you talk, the way you laugh. It's not fair to you, Adrian, but I can't get him out of my head."
Adrian's chest tightened painfully, his breath catching in his throat. "But... I'm not him," he whispered. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, but he didn't touch her.
"I know." Her voice cracked, and for the first time, she looked as broken as he felt. "But I can't move on. I've tried. I thought being with you would help me heal, but it didn't. I'm so sorry."
Her apology hung in the air, cold and final. Without another word, she stood up, hesitating only for a moment as if she wanted to say something more, but then she turned and walked out of the restaurant. The soft jingle of the door closing behind her felt like the final nail in the coffin.
Adrian sat there, staring at the empty seat across from him. His chest felt hollow, like something had been ripped out of him. He couldn't move, couldn't think. The rain outside continued to fall, the steady rhythm matching the dull ache settling in his heart.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away angrily, ashamed of the emotion, but they kept coming. He didn't want to cry. Not here, not now. But the pain was too much. How had everything fallen apart so quickly?
He had no idea how long he sat there. The restaurant emptied out, and the once-lively chatter faded into nothing. The world outside was still soaked in rain, and the glow of the streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, casting long, distorted shadows.
I need to forget.
Adrian stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket and stumbling out into the rain. He walked aimlessly, letting the cold water soak through his clothes, hoping it would wash away the ache. His feet eventually led him to a nearby nightclub, the neon lights blurring in his tear-filled vision. Inside, the music was loud, the bass thumping in his chest, and he lost himself in it. Drink after drink, until everything felt numb, until his thoughts were dulled by alcohol and the hollow emptiness in his chest seemed a little less painful.
By the time he left the club, the world was spinning. The rain hadn't stopped, and he found himself wandering back toward campus. The familiar buildings loomed in the distance, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the dormitory rooftop he often visited when he needed to be alone.
The climb up the stairs felt endless, but when he reached the top, the cool night air hit him, and for a brief moment, he felt alive again. Adrian walked to the edge, staring out over the city, the streetlights below flickering in the rain.
He climbed onto the railing, his hands gripping the cold metal as he teetered on the edge. The ground below seemed so far away, and yet, for the first time all night, everything was clear.
What would they think of me if I was gone? His family, his friends. Would they care?
Adrian closed his eyes, letting the wind whip through his hair. His body swayed, and for a moment, he thought about letting go. Just stepping forward, leaving it all behind.
But then, something strange happened.
A powerful gust of wind hit him, knocking him off balance. His arms flailed, reaching for the railing, but it was too late. He slipped, his body tumbling into the void below.
As he fell, the world around him twisted. The rain, the city, everything blurred and shimmered, and before he could understand what was happening, a spiral of light appeared before him, swirling and glowing.
Adrian's body was pulled toward it, helpless. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing. The light consumed him, and then—
Everything went dark.