Pity
The block of ice clinked against the glass, and it reminded the woman that she was leaving her drink halfway done for so long. Her long, slender fingers wrapped around the glass and squeezed it a little.
"...It's over..." She took the last mouthful of her iced drink.
She was in a shade outside a café that morning. While most people were worried about what was happening to one side of the city, she sat there with a melancholic set of eyes. Before her was an old man wearing a gray fedora with green lining. The man had a drink in his hand as well, but it was left untouched... as if he was just testing how freezing it was compared to his heart.
"You're right. It's over."
The woman's eyes blinked once before sighing softly. "I wonder if his babysitter was there. He would have cried so bad if he wasn't..."
The old man only deepened his smile, but his eyes were still remorseful. He finally let go of his drink and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. "It was awful..."