Snippet #1937411

Sipping his coffee, Aether gazed through his blackened aviators, something he wore to hide his eyes, across the cafeteria. Through the moonlit venue there was silence only. Around the tables, silence only. Up on stage, silence only. Against the kitchen gates, silence only.
If you asked Aether exactly why he was in the school cafeteria at one o’clock in the morning (or night, whichever you prefer), you would probably get more answers from a marble statue. Perhaps he was standing, waiting for a train. Maybe he was waiting for Jesus to come down from on high and vanquish all the little demons that crept and grabbed at his heart. His mother would say, “Nah, he just wants to be alone with his coffee.” But, nonetheless, all we could know was that he was drinking coffee and holding his black phone.


Turning it on, Aether’s pocket vibrated. From “A” and all his would be fellow victims. Aether ignored it all. Skipped them all. Scoffed at them all.
How could he be so indignant with her earlier? Irresponsible.

He decides to play a song from his phone...

http://youtu.be/POTHIP_GjY8 - Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain by Roy Acuff

Texting A, alone:
A – I’m ready.