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Rated: E · Short Story · Emotional · #2207938
A mess I wrote while listening to breakup songs.
The bitter smell of coffee floats through with the salty sea breeze creating a chaos of scent that would make any tourist want to leave here for the pub across the road. After a while, one gets used to the smell, not unlike how a parent gets used to their child losing hats at school. In a metal seat that clearly needed replacing was a young man, perched on his seat, as if ready to leap up at any sign of danger. His varsity jacket hangs on the edge of the chair, his hand laying on top of it peacefully. A few teenagers wander around, clearly bored, most already on their phones, while an older lady tries to control them all. The man turns on his phone, scrolls through for a few minutes, and then looks up, crestfallen to say the least. A barista asks if there's anything he needs, and he fights the urge to say, "a girl who won't leave at the first sign of danger."

The snowflakes have been held off, they should've fallen by now. People still stroll past the town in shorts and t-shirts, looking in through the pub's window greedily at cold food. Winter should be the time of the year where the café is packed with people, all looking for a hot drink to wear off that morning angst. Instead, there's one couple at the scratched wooden table in the corner, the rest of the place deserted. A girl walks in with a varsity jacket over her shoulders, a ring with cheap plastic beads and a metal heart in the middle of them all adorning her hand. The young man from before comes a few minutes later, pushing open the door and strutting over to the girl. She orders a coffee, he orders a milkshake. A yellow daisy is tucked behind the girl's ear, the man's eyes seem to shine a little brighter when he's by her side. The girl grabs a card from the front that allows her to "buy one get one free" under the name of Heather. As Heather exits the building, her copper locks swirling around her shoulders, the man smiles.

Heather opens her phone to a text from Craig. Another date, at the first place they met. She giggles and shows her friends, they smirk and tease her about him. She searches her wardrobe for an elegant dress to wear, while Craig asks his friends for dating advice.

And later on Heather had more a expensive ring from Craig than plastic beads and metal hearts.
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