Grey eyes stared in the distance watching quietly, haunted by the person whose eyes would not stare back. He would not allow them to. He was too haunted, overwhelmed by those traitorous green eyes. He couldn't meet them; he truly couldn't. The betrayal he would see in those eyes was too much for him to bear. He walked away from that man and those vivid green eyes. Trudging his way back to the entrance of the cafe so that he could make his exit, he didn't notice the pair of jade eyes that followed every step he made on the way out. Rain fell down on his head of dark brown curls as he made his exit. The wet slosh of boots in muddy puddles was drowned out by the deafening sound of thunder in the distance, rolling swiftly overhead. He marched through the growing plane, eyes lifted skyward toward the darkening sky that threatened to erupt with lightning any second. He didn't realize how close he'd been to the tree, so it technically wasn't suicide. Lightning struck once, and he was charred.