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(3rd Person)

He woke up alone, yet again, not used to the feeling of the cold sheets next to him or the spare room. He got up and got ready, as usual, but with no words said between him or the others. He stuck to himself sulking in his own misery as he walked out of the lodging house wih the newsies running up ahead. He stuffed his hands in his pockets while he strolled to the distribution center trying to get his mind off of you.

He quickly bought his papers and started selling wanting to get this over with. He sold papers to happy couples and girls who passed by each trying to strike a conversation, and him shooting them down each time.

All he wanted was you. He wanted to laugh with you while he 'improved the truth'. He wanted to hold your hand while you two walked through the busy streets of Manhattan. He wanted to lay beside you at night with a protective arm wrapped around you. He wanted to taste your lips. He wanted to hold you and never let you go.

But you left him. You two were once the happiest couple in New York and probably everywhere else. He loved you with every breath he took. Your parents found out about you two and drove you two apart. Your parents set you up with another man, and you fell in love with him not thinking twice. Nobody knows if you still love Mush. You never spoke to him after your parents tore you apart. Some people even doubt you fell in love with another man. Too many rumors float around the city each one carrying a different story. He only knew one thing for sure: you were gone, and you weren't coming back.

He finally finished his papers and left the streets for the nearest bar. With each happy couple he passed, he thought of you which killed him inside. Maybe he'll get up the courage to talk to you again. Maybe he'll visit just to say 'hello', but for now, he'll drown his blood in alcohol.

Maybe he should let you go. After all, it's been weeks. Maybe he should forget and move on. There is no chance of you coming back. There's no chance of you ever being his again.

But he can't forget. He can't forget the way your smile. The way you teased him out of love. The way your eyes lit up. Or the way you laid your head on his chest while you two slept.

He put down his glass knowing enough is enough. He was drunk and sad, but that didn't stop him. He'll live in his imaginary world for the time being. He'll imagine you and the love you give him. He won't be alone.

But it won't last long. Soon, he'll wake up like he did for the past weeks; depressed and alone waiting for the day all this will end, but with no hope that it will.

While this drunken state lasts and while it gave him 100% more courage than before, he stumbles down the streets at night with only dim lights igniting the path he's taking. He doesn't know where he's going. He's walking as if his brain isn't attached to his legs.

He pulls up at your house. It seems as if every street leads to your doorstep. As he stops in front of your house knowing he shouldn't even be on this street and he definitely shouldn't walk up to your door. He turn around and starts to wander away, you open the door noticing someone in front of your house.

"Mush?"