Sweet child of ....

Whenever i used to swap past these vacant streets at night. Bug skyscrapers always seemed to moving towards me as a challenge. But today my gaze of captured by the dark empty spaces, dirt alleys between the long tall concrete wall. The seems like refuge for the men tortured by the magnificence and enormously of the towers. It was piece of land marked the territory of the men devoid of hope.
     As a part of routine, i was back to "The Friends". She was glancing at something but this time it was not an animate object. I followed her store, it was guy.
"Hope its not your ex"
No
You seems to have developed a like for the guy.
I feel something when pass through this guy. I don't know.... The puzzled face devoid of words gave way to the characteristic emotion of a girl.
It seemed like she was turning the page.He was glancing on her also. I left the seat for my old seat took a beer. He approached her seat. They chatted for few minutes, her eyes were down, but it wasn't because of some non-conscious effort.As i approached her fired my questions.
"How was it?"
"Fine", Her lips framed a big smile without meeting my glance.
Then i inquired the particulars. She gave a long monologue as a description. clock strucked 9 again.
      As i was on the way to "The Friends". The talk reminded me of the day last time he break the promise. He went to the coffee house, she was sitting in front of her.
She said, "I am getting married"
"Yes", there was no shrewd of regret on her face. It was for her that first time he was on the verge of crossing the moral boundaries.
Deep down inside he expects a crack in firmness of expression.
Then he asked a question that took a year to frame itself.
"Whom you love more?"
"Don't push me on this spot." She retaliated
"I want to know"
"Him", He was expecting the answer but it came to him like thunderstruck. It was his life experience that helped hi, to stay emotionless, after a pause he uttered.
"If you say so. I wish you both all the happiness of the world."
However hard it may seem but it was the word he truly wished.
    He called the waiter for cheque and paid it. All this time his fist was clenched as if he wanted take the blood out of his hands. But his eyes gave away, one drop breached its boundary. He broke the promise to himself never to cry infront of anyone ever. He rushed towards the door. As soon as i saw him my face was occupied by sympathy. It was first time i felt worthwhile in front of him.
He said , Pity?And then like a madmen he laughed.
My facial expression asked the question, why crying over a person you barely know for few month.
He spoke, "You will know, when you will love."
That day somewhere something died in my subconscious.