Bri

Chapter 8: Wesley

I walked into Starbucks, finally deciding to get myself a Java Chip Frappuccino considering it's been a long time since I've had one. The woman who took my order was very nice, and I paid her, leaving a $5.00 tip in the tip jar. I'm excited and eagerly waiting in the pick-up line for my delicious drink and wasn't paying attention to anything in particular until the man who was making my drink spoke up.

"They seem really close, don't they?" He asked, and I looked at him confused, wondering who he was speaking of.

"Who are you referring to?" I questioned as soon as he handed me my scrumptious-looking drink.

"Them," He pointed, and I let my eyes follow to where he was pointing at. As soon as I saw who he was talking about, I was in shock.

I felt as though my heart broke at the sight before me. Mia was sitting next to another female, a blonde, and looked to be having the best time ever. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and the longer I observed, the more my heart ripped in two. For a while now, I felt as though I was starting to lose Mia somehow... That maybe she didn't want to be around me anymore, or something, and now I know why... this other woman is making her happier than I ever could...

Suddenly, I saw Mia laugh, causing the girl to join her. I frowned, realizing that by the looks of things, she was happier with a stranger than with me. A couple of minutes passed when their laughter died down. The blonde's hand then grazed against Mia's, which made her look at the unknown woman. Both of them just seemed to get lost in each other's eyes; the moment I saw their faces slowly starting to inch closer together, I ran out of the coffee shop, began to cry, and never looked back...

My eyes snapped open, and I sat up so damn quickly that it made my head pound. I raised my hands from my sides, bringing them to my face, and I was startled to feel the dampness there. I actually cried while dreaming... fuck... that definitely was no dream I'd want to ever repeat, that's for sure...

I wiped whatever tears remained on my face and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and mind. However, I couldn't help but have difficulties attempting to shake the feeling that dream, or rather, nightmare, produced in me. It's like my mind wanted to play cruel tricks on me. Oh, God... what if Mia... No... stop it, Cambria.

I stood up from the bed, stretched, grabbed my phone off the charger, and walked into the kitchen. Aside from waking up to an empty bed again, I looked around to see if Mia was home, and she wasn't. Then, I noticed the time; it was much earlier than I had initially thought it was. The fucking nightmare woke me up ahead of schedule. I could still have slept for another five hours or so since it's a half-day for me. Oh well, I might as well utilize this extra time and get to work early. Maybe I can talk to Agatha and get approved for a full day of work and put all my energies into it; perhaps it might help me forget about these feelings...

Determined with a new goal for the day, I set out to accomplish it. First things first, I had to shower, get ready, and then leave so I could have a meeting with my boss. Should I even text Mia and tell her that I had a nightmare? Would she text back? Maybe she is tired of me now or falling out of love with me... Once that thought crossed my mind, I started to cry because that was my ultimate fear; being without Mia and her love would kill me. I'm just getting so fucking worried. It seems like she doesn't even realize or care to notice how I've been feeling. I have even stopped texting her as much as I used to...

It took me about thirty minutes to finish everything at home, and then I locked the house up. I didn't bother eating or packing lunch; I figured I would order something if I really needed to eat. I knew that my mood wouldn't be a good one as the entire time I've been awake so far has been questionable. Everything kept reminding me of Mia, and it first made me sad, then I had the overwhelming feelings of doubt enveloping my thoughts, so I had to refocus my mind at every turn. It is honestly so fucking exhausting.