The crowd kept going about their way as the singer finished his song, the lingering sound of the last note echoed and rang in my ears. No one cared to listen to the song, I watched as the singer slowly packed his things not minding the lack of attention.

I sat near the counter, holding a cup of coffee. I didn't mind the noise, this was much better than spending my time alone. Still, I sat there by myself with no one to talk to. Everything seemed natural, like my presence never made a dent in the place's atmosphere.

I stared at the drink in my hand as memories run through my head, continuously reminding me of past events.

The ruckus only served to strengthen my thoughts, drowning me in a plethora of emotions. Keeping my head down, I slump my shoulders as I felt the illusion of weight pressing down on my body. The drink was hot, perfect for the cold weather of winter.

Knowing full well that the cup will burn me if I kept on holding it with my bare hands, however I did nothing. The stinging pain didn't hurt as much as I imagined, probably because I felt something much bigger, something difficult to ignore.

Maintaining a calm state of mind, I held the cup in hand the pain was enough to keep me awake.

Without purpose, I stood up and walked out the bar slowly walking across the streets, I held the cup of coffee in my hand careful as to not spill the drink. I walked aimlessly as the snow rained down, every breath I took created a mist of air as I felt the chill the weather brought.

I lost my wife around this time of year, we had a pretty big fight prior to the accident.

Memories kept flashing through my head as I walked the snowy streets, I took a sip of coffee every few minutes as I listen to people singing on the streets. Songs that fit this time of year, the melancholic atmosphere affected me in some way and led me to the park.

I remember asking for her hand in this place, in the middle of the park is a circular formation separated by glowing christmas lights hanging from the trees. A fountain stood in the center, I remember her giggles as she slipped the ring through her finger.

Instead of uplifting my spirits the memory reinforced the negative emotions I bore, happy memories became a burden. Waking up from my daze, I looked for a place to sit. I held my half empty cup of coffee, its warmth diminished in the past hour.

Time healed all wounds, my friends used to say that to me. After the accident, I was devastated, I shouldn't have fought with her, but I didn't want to be the one to ask for an apology.

Thoughts kept racing through my head, it's been 5 years now and the pain, the regret never faded from my heart.

I sat there staring into space, the coffee has lost its former warmth. I watched as the world around me kept moving, only I was stuck in place thinking about the past, not progressing towards the future.

Time flowed and healed the other wounds but I couldn't get over the fact that I lost something, moving on was the hardest thing to do. Taking a sip of coffee, my heart thumped slowly but every beat was strong, reverberating across my chest.

My heart ached once more and my eyes threatened to drop tears, I looked up the sky not allowing my tears to fall. The clouds covered the night sky pouring snow on the land, I thought it was time to stop mourning.