the café

He stood there over the edge, the wind brushing his hair to the left. His expression lost in thought. " You do know you do not have to do this" an familiar voice spiked up from behind Lance.

"Wait how did you know I was going to be here" he whispered his voice beeing lost in the wind upon exiting his mouth.

"You left your, diary" the figure said softly.

"oh, you know don't you......."