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ʚ𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈'𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ
Im writing her a note.
An apology.
But it's so fucking hard to apologise when you don't exactly know what it is you're apologising for.
"Sorry for showing you my motorcycle, I didn't know it would make you cry."
Too blunt.
"Sorry motorcycles make you sad"
Too unsympathetic.
"Sorry."
Too short.
After multiple crumpled papers and the launching of three pens across the room I contemplated ignoring the situation, going about my life as if I didn't even notice her sudden sadness, but it was impossible. I would close my eyes, only to see hers staring back at me sadly and brimming with tears. The emotions swimming in them desperately trying to be withheld, but it was oh so obvious that the tsunami would soon overcome her will.
I would try to distract myself, I tried going on a walk, writing in my journal, hell I even tried going into work on my day off but none of it fucking worked.
Y/n.
The thought of her being upset due to my fault was unnerving, and plain and simply, fucking with my head.
Y/n.
Unfortunately I can't lie and say that's the only imagine of her playing around in my mind. The smiles she unveiled last night were throughly consuming and unrelentingly addictive. The curve of her lip and the dimples blessing her cheeks are etched into my memory, and I can't find myself mad at the image.
Y/n.
She has a pretty smile. I find myself glancing over to the pack of cigarettes lying awkwardly on the edge of the table.
It's full.
I bought it yesterday, prior to bumping into her. Routinely, at least 5 should be gone by now, crushed into the ground and drained of their efficience. But they're all still in there, untouched, unlit, and tempting. Oh so tempting to bring one to my lips, provide it with the fire it needs to ignite my veins with poisonous euphoria. But I don't. I finish the note, signing it off and leaving the house, leaving the untouched box to remain, untouched.
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"I ordered a black coffee."
"Yes, and I made you a black coffee." I roll my eyes and scoff
"Well it tastes like shit." The barista ignores my comment, leaving it to hang in the air whilst she walks back to serve another customer
