Heartbreak



Raven emerged from the Pony, his left arm stinging from recent wounds, neatly dressed and tended to under the sleeve of his blouse. He didn't mind the pain, it was soothing in an odd sort of manner. He slipped outside, wrapped in a heavy cloak over his light blouse and waist coat, his only form of defense against the biting winter air.
He stood outside at the top of the stairs, looking around. The stars were glimmering in the sky, cold and far away to him. The man usually found comfort in their presence, however he was far from comfort at the present time, despite his dire need for it. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold caress of the night time winter wind on his slightly damp cheeks.
He drew a ragged breath, scrunching his eyes shut before throwing his head back and letting out the loudest scream he could muster. His voice grew hoarse before cracking and breaking at the end. Raven dissolved into a rather painful coughing fit, wincing and leaning forward, spitting blood on the ground, knowing he very well tore up his throat in his anger fueled outburst.
He stood there, bracing his hands on his knees, panting hard for several agonizing long moments before his knees just buckled and he crumpled to the cold stones in a heap.
He raised his fist and pounded the unforgiving stone repeatedly as he let out wretched sounding sobs.
Slowly he stilled his violent movements as exhaustion seeps into him. He wraps his heavy cloak around him, leaning against the wall of the Inn and closing his eyes, drifting into a fitful, dreamless sleep, not caring he looked like some beggar who fell asleep on the stairs. His health and wellbeing would be the last thing on his mind