Snippet #1811281

After a good five minutes of pathetic moping in the middle of Rockefeller Ryan decided to move his depression elsewhere. He pulled himself together enough to stand and began to walk. He didn't know, or even care where. He just needed to go. He walked along the street with his head down, hands in his pockets. Adri was everything he ever wanted. He never met anyone like her. She was so smart, so beautiful, so... perfect. The two hours he spent with her were the best in his entire life. And because of his own idiocy she was gone. Forever.

He looked up and realized he was near Central Park. He blinked and looked back down. Who cares where he goes. She won't be there. He crossed the street and enterd the park. He could hear the leaves crunching underneath of his feet. The cold air gave him a chill and he shivered as he walked past a couple sitting on a bench with their arms around each other. He left a trail of tear drops behind him as he walked past. Lucky.

He stopped walking and looked around the area, he had gotten a good ways into the park, and decided he was done walking. He picked out a lonely little bench in the corner and made his way over to it. He sat in the middle, and then pivoted onto his back. He put his hands on his head and stared at the sky. The stars were not out. The party was still going on all over the city. People elsewhere were with their loved ones. And Ryan was crying on a bench. "Hell of a New Years" he groaned.