Hands in his pockets, he walked through the mall as he felt like a ghost to the world. Dozens of people around him, and he still felt alone. Nothing new to him really, since he had had his heart ripped to pieces so many times. He just didn't want to love anymore. He'd been hurt by women he chose to love too many times to want to try.<br/><br/>"Just running from my heart," He whispered, not really noticing where he was going as he was looking at the floor blankly, "That's all I want to do now."<br/><br/>Sighing, it occurred to him he should go home but he didn't want to. His ex-girlfriend was there with her new boyfriend, and they loved to fuck like jack rabbits all over the place. His ex lived with him because his older brother had owed her a favor. They hadn't really been a couple, she just used him to get with the sucker she was with now. The only thing she really gained was an abusive boyfriend.<br/><br/>He came out of it unscathed mostly, only a trampled heart to show for it. He actually had cared for her but he didn't love her. It could have been but she wasn't interested in love. Just wanted someone to provide for her while she just pittle-paddled around wasting time and money on trivial things. He was glad she'd found someone who straightened her out.<br/><br/>"Even if I did find someone who would love me," He snarled, dodging around a trash can, "What good would I be to her if I can love them in return?"