Remember Me | J.M.R.F

8

Taylor's P.O.V

I licked my chapped lips, an attempt to restore some moisture to the surface. I was driving to the cafe, and I knew I looked like a mess. I had forced myself to get out of bed this morning, not even bothering to shower. I certainly didn't do my makeup either. 

There wasn't any point, after all. Jonah and I would never cross paths again, not after what happened last night. Yet, I couldn't get him off my mind. The way I felt when he held me. How our lips connected perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. Although he had caused me so much pain, I wanted him badly.

I had this attraction to him that I couldn't explain. I was drawn to him. Something about him just enticed me and made it hard to stay away. I knew I had to be strong and ignore these feelings, but so far, my heart was leading over my mind. 

As I pulled up to the cafe, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a tall figure standing by a nearby payphone. But when they turned, it broke again. It wasn't Jonah, just some random guy. I sighed, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

I slowly climbed out of my car, trying my best not to break down in the middle of the sidewalk. I could barely control my emotions as I stumbled into the cafe. 

"Taylor! Hi!" I turned to see Jasmine standing behind the cash register, a bright smile on her face. I managed to nod and trudged over to the coffee station. I swallow hard, my hands shaking as I prepared everything. 

I kept my head bowed as I worked, listening to the sound of customers going in and out of the cafe. I tried to avoid any interaction unless it was absolutely necessary, as it didn't help my nerves. 

I could tell Jasmine has noticed something was off about me, but she didn't dare say anything. She just carried on working, her shoulders tense. She was probably afraid to say anything to me, in case I snapped at her. It was better this way. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. 

Suddenly, I heard a strange gurgling noise. I turned back to the counter and saw the coffee machine sputtering. Gasping, I fumble to turn it off. It was too late, however. Coffee sprayed everywhere. I shrieked and ducked, trying to avoid the hot liquid. When it stopped, I surveyed the mess it made. 

Jasmine was standing there in shock. Miranda and Paisley had walked out of the kitchen. Kathy, who was in her small office, had came out and was staring at me. All the emotions that I had been holding in came flowing out in the form of tears.

I ran out of the cafe and to the sidewalk, my body shaking in fury and sadness. I couldn't control myself. It had become too much for me to bear. I had been strong for too long and it showed. I kept playing everything off like it was fine, but it really wasn't. And this is the result.

A broken girl.

I had to see him again. Even though he was the one who hurt me, I needed him. And I know it's dumb. I know I'm only going to be damaging myself even more. Perhaps to the point of no return. I didn't care though. Because the truth is...I'm in love.

In love with him. Every part of him. Not just physically, but his personality. His annoying cockiness is attractive to me. The way he tries to hide something embarrassing but ends up confessing. How he seems to be able to read me like book. Simply everything about him makes my heart flutter. Even if in the end, I'm the only one that's falling.