Runaway

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  "God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season and this lamb is on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?"

Lost Stars - Adam Levine

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THE LOCAL COFFEE SHOP had always been my favorite. It was located deep in the dense, thriving city in Colorado, but it was defiantly the crème de la crème of coffee shops.  La Beaute Café was located in between two stores: a bakery and an old, rusty clothing store. I didn't care much about the two stores; the cafe was like a second home to me.

The outside of the café was definitely Tumblr, lets just start there. On the patio, there were black and white umbrellas tied together with chairs and tables stacked. Lights hung from the light posts and off the roof too, it was very charming and appealing on the outside and the inside. That's what always caught my attention about this place.

The inside was very peaceful; it had black, white, and brick walls with some grey highlights here and there. The walls had some artistic designs with a few quotes, a chalk board menu, some artist's works, tables, and chairs.

It was Christmas break and was pouring outside, at first it was just rain and then it started to mix with snow. The clouds were congested in the sky, clogging it up so no sun could be seen for the day.

I, personally, benefit from this kind of weather. It always seemed to sooth the stress - especially since I had to endure finals all last week. But, it was the time of the year for a Winter Wonderland. There was definitely none of that here, but I felt it coming.

Overall, Colorado weather is just weird. Always changing and never staying the same, that's why I never listened to the weather reports. They were always wrong (or most of the times wrong).

I sat in the corner, away from chatting people and the busy counter where my friend Kate worked. She always livened the place up, she had a perky attitude with her straight brown hair and her emerald green eyes. She had a very skinny frame, anything and everything looked great on her and I always told her that, but she declined and always just shrugged it off.

While I drew in my tattered sketchbook, the rain with a mix of snow had softened up a bit and it wasn't as hard as before. In its place, strong winds went over the city and the umbrellas on the patio of the cafe, each seemed to want to fly away in the wind. I would too, but people don't sprout wings.

My mind wondered again before I heard the doorbell ding. I furrowed my brow, looking at my silver iPhone I saw it was 7:48, it was almost time for closing when Kate and I would walk back home to the apartment complex. Who could have been here at this time?

I looked up as I saw a broad shouldered, young teen with slick platinum with blondes highlights and brown roots. It was shaved on both of the sides and in the middle it was longer. I saw him push his hair back then say something to Kate, who stared wide-eyed and amazed. What did he look like from the front?

Get your mind out of thinking like that-

He moved and I looked back at my sketchbook, my face immediately went scarlet from staring as I sighed and just continued to finish up the drawing. It was a simple landscape drawing, nothing exciting. It was to ease my artist's block, but it was capturing me more than other projects I hadn't finished.