In the End [MxM] | Short Story ✔️

Part One

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Carl Hudson

I pushed the glass door with a lot of energy. The bell dinged from the inside and the cool air, just the right amount, flew past me.

I closed my eyes to block it from burning them before finally opening, once the door was closed and I was surrounded by the atmosphere of Taste Times.

Taste Times, the place I'd never never forget no matter where I go in this world. But I wanted to get away. Even if I never forget.

The place, where I'd grown up, held more meaning than I'd ever thought. It was the same place where I'd first met him. Yet, also the place where I'd left him.

Would he even come?

Has he moved on?

It's been more than a month. A month since he wanted me to take that decision. I never took it, which had ended us eventually. I didn't care at that point, but now, I'm not so sure.

I don't regret making the decision. Never. Making the decision had given me the best result in life.

But, I regret leaving him.

I missed him.

Sure, I won't have him back. He's probably already with someone else, ignoring how he wasted almost a year with me, loving the idea that his new partner knew what he wanted.

I moved around the familiar place, clutching onto the laptop bag, keeping my head low to avoid unwanted, familiar faces. The smell of all the different type of baked goods filled my nostrils and it got stronger as I sat on the farthest table in the cafe. The scent of sweet coffee came next and it instantly reminded me of the time when I daily consumed it. The time I craved it bad and I had it next to me every morning, on my bedside table.

He would wake up early and buy me it so I felt better for the day already. I loved it. I missed it terribly.

Pulling the chair in, leaving the bag on the floor next to the table leg, I leaned onto the table, looking out the window. The outside was busy. Busier than usual for a Saturday. The air was thick, making me regret coming outside and the noises, too much. I hate noise.

He knew that. It's the reason why he bought the coffee home, instead of bringing me to the setting.

I sighed, ducking my head into my arms, leaning my cheeks on the cool wood. I thought about how busy I'd been for the whole month, looking back at when I'd left the hospital to yesterday's schedule. The paper work got to me until I realized that I had no option but to just let it be. I had to be healthy. It was more than my life for the future. I couldn't risk making him say, I told you so.

"Excuse me, I'm your waiter for today, are you ready for the order?"

I looked up from my thoughts to find Daisy, giving me a common, artificial smile and a notepad in hand.

"Oh, I knew I felt like I knew you from the back. What are you doing here?"

I scoffed, playing with my nails. "Is that what you say to your usually regular customer?"

"This usually regular customer should be home looking after what he risked his life for, unlike some others who just decided that they'll risk everything to just let you go. Now those customers, they get a beating from me."

I smiled a little and stopped pealing my skin. "Well then, you better have you broomstick ready today."

She seemed to understand and her blue eyes widened. "Wait, he's coming?! Why?!"