"Love can be such a fickle Mistress." Comes the low yet melodic voice. "One moment she may be kind, the next not so." Iazeriel says with much persecution. His booted feet land with a gentle thud onto the carpet of Cole's bedroom.

Crimson eyes glance down to the young man that lays in the bed before him, crying. Iazeriel's expression softens. "Believing that saying of, it is better to of loved and lost, then to of never loved at all. How difficult to understand currently, yes?" His long crimson hair brushed away from his shoulder as he sits down on the edge of the bed. "What for did you call of me?"

Cole's eyes burst open the moment he hears the voice, and he looks up at the man landing onto his floor. Standing there, speaking to him. And then Iazeriel is sitting on the bed. Cole slowly moves to sit up and he wipes the tears from his tear stained cheeks. "I didn't think you would come, really." His voice cracking a bit as he speaks, all that screaming and yelling had really done it.

Iazeriel looks down at the floor for a moment, his brow knit together. "You had to of known I would come if you called for me?" Crimson eyes go back to Cole's face, his expression nothing as of now. Waiting perhaps for the young man to speak. Long porcelain fingers touch the bedspread, running along it. "What is it that you need of me?"

He sits up more and sighs. Cole really didn't think he would of came, not at all. Setheus he knew was more then busy, all of the Angelico's busy with many things, many people. "Can you watch him for me?" He whispers it out, feeling a bit ashamed by this all. "I just, I don't know." He sighs heavily and looks to the window. "You can watch him right?" Olive green eyes go back to Iazeriel.

"Is that all?" Iazeriel chuckles and brings his hand back to his own lap. Usually he is called forth to do much more then watch someone, and quite honestly he had hoped it to be something more. Though for the young man before him, a friend, he would do just about anything he is asked. "Would it not be easier to let this lover of yours go? Perhaps that it is time to move on? I am sure you have heard all this before, not from just I. Cole, when a lover leaves and says that it is truly over..." He pauses, already seeing the hurt in Cole's eyes.

"I will keep an eye out for him, Cole. For you. However, think on things. Think on things about all of this, about yourself, your friends, family, think on things, yes?" Iazeriel stands up from the bed and brushes the crimson hair from his shoulders once more. "Be well." He whispers and with no sound at all, he vanishes.

Cole nodded to all of Iazeriel's words. And when he's gone, Cole sighs and wipes more tears, that seemed to keep falling from his eyes, from his cheeks. "I will." He says quietly and looks at the window again. All of this seems hollow to Cole. Feeling only sadness is not something he's use to. Sure him and Dirk would break up before, but they were always usually back together within days. Only once were they really apart, for about a year. Back when it was Jess. Cole was very happy with Jess, but his heart always yearned for Dirk. Always did and probably always will.

Shaking his head, he tosses a pillow from the bed and it lands against the closet door. "I have to get over this. Sitting here crying doesn't do anything." He huffs and climbs out of the bed, walking to the bedroom door he opens it and then shuts it quickly, the tears began to fall quicker then he had expected. Sliding down the door he sobs into his hands.

Maybe he will try again, tomorrow.