The older woman scolded him, without even giving him a second thought. He never thought of himself as a playboy. Playboy's were guys not ready to commit. He had trouble committing, sure, but he wanted it regardless. Especially now more than ever. "I'm no playboy." She rolled her eyes, not believing him, as if her first impressions were truth.<br/><br/>"Do you know when she'll be back?" he asked feverishly. He thought about going to the opera house, but he hardly knew the city, and felt he'd get lost. Maybe he could just wait her out. He pulled at his hair. For all he knew she was going to leave, or do something crazy. Right now he'd torn everything away from her, and while he would like to think he knew her, he wasn't sure how she would react. A million scenarios ran through his mind. He had to find her. Maybe it was his impatience, but he decided to try and go to her rather than do the logical thing and wait.<br/><br/>"Where's the opera house? How do I get there?" he asked the old woman as she walked away.<br/><br/>She turned to him, "Hmph, as if I tell you! Stay away from Miss Talina. She better off without you."<br/><br/>He wanted to yell at the old woman that she didn't know what she was talking about, but held back. He just decided to run past her. He made his way outside, his blood rushing through his body. He knew that the Opera house was somewhere south from her apartment. He hardly had any money left for a taxi so he just started running. He must have been running on and off for an hour when he started to see a large structure in the distance. It was the opera house.<br/><br/>He felt like luck was on his side when he tried his best to bring his tired legs to the opera house. It felt like forever since he left her apartment, and hoped that he didn't miss her. Finally he approached, and he crossed the street- then a car hit him.<br/><br/>He flew-<br/><br/>The car screeched-<br/><br/>He hit the ground hard-<br/><br/>He laid there silently as crowds gathered-