See the void inside my eyes.

I was having breakfast on a lovely terrace with a wonderful view. There was a large beautiful street full of happy people, some of them were spending time with their loved ones and the others... Well, they were just like me. I mean, they were alone, but they had that smile on their faces... God, I do hate that smile. 

Suddenly I was interrupted by an old woman who sat by my side and took my hand. I couldn't even complain about it, our eyes collided and I felt like I couldn't breathe again. She had such a quiet eyes... It was like the time was trapped inside her pupils. It scared me, and maybe that was the reason why I could get out of the trance and remember that I didn't know that woman at all. 

—W-Who are you? What are you doing? —She didn't stop looking me in the eyes, not even for a second. 

—You have that look... —I didn't know what she was talking about, but the sadness in her voice made me want to cry. I didn't do it, though.

—What look? What are you talking about? I don't want to be rude, but I don't even know you! 

—My poor boy, you have that look in your eyes. The look of someone who's lost something. Someone. The one true love, that thing everyone is looking for, you lost it. Didn't you? —My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I had to take a deep breath before I could answer without my voice shaking. 

—Indeed. But that's none of your business. Besides, there's nothing in my eyes! 

—That's just what I meant. —And I blinked. I swear to God, I blinked and the woman wasn't there with me anymore. She left me alone on that terrace, with my cold breakfast and my broken heart, surrounded by happy people and none of them were like me. I was empty.

Nota: Antes que nada, gracias a los que leéis mi blog cada vez que la escurridiza inspiración acude a mí. Por otro lado, quiero advertir de que este es un pequeño experimento, es la primera vez que escribo algo en inglés de mi propia cosecha y puede haber errores gramaticales, formales o de cualquier tipo. No seáis muy duros, aunque acepto gustosamente críticas constructivas o cualquier corrección si veis algún fallo que se me haya pasado. Y ya está. Una vez más, gracias.