7-8.

That little restaurant, 7-8,  on the corner, creaks of silence.

The restaurant that welcomed him these past 4 years.
Gave him and his fellow friends a place of security, a place to rest their tired minds.
And the owners decided to close shop, revealing an empty piece in his heart.
His attachment was that of a safe haven.
Serenity.
A home.

With that, his emotional senses have come to a halt.
A lot of revering thoughts came into his mind.
His past haunted him...the lies of those that betrayed.
Failure to grasp his fragile heart.
Never once they clenched it tightly, listened to the same pulse.
Threw him away, like a rotten apple on the street.

He digressed.
Desperately trying to repent his sins.
And wanting the lies to be forgiven, but only to be met by failure.
The failure of the liars.

A closed legacy...