
The water shot into the air from the small spout hidden with the marbled ceramic, creating a marvellous umbrella of liquid, that trickled and flowed down the various tiers and layers of the centrepiece, giving the area a classy and welcoming aura.
He, however, didn't notice this.
He was too wrapped up in his own affairs, even though he was sitting on the bench that was connected to the fountain.
He didn't even notice the people that walked by and looked over at him, their gazes lingering for longer than would be socially acceptable, meaning they were technically staring.
But he didn't notice. He was leaning forward some, his hands on his temples, as he muttered and mumbled to himself, as though talking to someone.
But nobody else was there.
"...stop staring at him." a female told the male she was with, as they walked past, and away from, him.
"If he's going to be crazy, then he deserves to be stared at." the male responded.
"Gerard!" the female snapped back in a whisper.
"They have medication for that." he retorted. "If he doesn't take it, then he suffers the consequences... mental, physical, AND social."