Willow silently sipped on the coffee he had just ordered - even if only for a second, he could taste that distinct, refreshing bitterness of the tar coloured substance before something that tasted more like ash filled his mouth.
Grimacing, he put his elbows on the small table and buried his face in his hands.
He was just so tired of this! Tired of everything. Would it really be that impossible for him to be human again?
- A life of loneliness is a sad one." he muttered.