Literature
Words Unspoken
His lips stretched into a grin as he stumbled past me on the stairs. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled back. I knew he was drunk, and that he probably didn't know who I was. Sometimes though, it just felt good to be noticed.
I would walk past people on the streets, and knew what they were saying about him. They would talk about how he was a writer, or his lover next door. Well, she wasn't here anymore. She moved long ago, and now I am here. They would also call him “The Sorrowful One”, but it wasn't out of pity or sadness. I could tell by their expressions that they were proud.
His name was Kien. He was a veteran f