he sat in the café and stared out into the rain.
for may, the downpour was heavy. he waited patiently for her.
his hot chocolate was starting to get warm, and he was starting to think she stood him up. he let out a small sigh.
after ten minutes of waiting, he started to panic. did she stand me up? did something happen on her way here? did she forget?
he had told her the exact location and time earlier in school. he was thinking himself miserable.
she doesn't like me.
he pushed his palms against his eyes.
she never liked me.
he checked his watch several times.
she might even hate me.
he thought about the way the edges of her lips drew back to form a smile and how she'd look away when she did.
minutes turned into an hour, and his cup was as empty as his spirits.
he reached a conclusion.
she thinks what everyone else thinks
i'm a loser.
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Short Storyin which a loser meets a freak. #wordsmatter i wrote this in 2015. for some reason, i put the whole thing back in my drafts. now 4 years later, i am republishing it.
