The redhaired man stared at the old bench, where he and his ex-lover used to sat every night, or everytime they met. He wiped the trail of tears that began to dry on his cheek, with his dull red sweater sleeve. His hair is now short, not waist length like the last years. He cut it, as he tried to forget all those painful memories. Painful, yet lovely. He let out a shaky sigh as he turned on his heels and walked back to his apertement.