One More Cup | D.M

6, | 21 hours and 17 minutes

1 week.

That's 7 days without my notepad.

7 days without speaking to Valencia who was barely in the cafe and 7 days I debated on whether to cut my time here short or not.

Repeating that I am unhappy will do nothing for me. No therapist, friend, or foe could help this feeling in my chest — or more so the weight of it. Why does nobody talk about how heavy it is?

There are people on this planet that have it far worse than me, does that mean my problems aren't enough? It sure as hell feels like that to me.

If death were to knock at my door I'd give him a warm greeting as if he were a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. I want to leave, I want to escape, and I want to be at peace but I can't. I tried and it was a fail, a fail that was worse to wake up to.

How do these muggles die of an overdose? They accidentally kill themselves while I'm trying and nothing — expect a horrible pain in your stomach to wake up to. Like I said, I don't want pity, I don't want to chain people down to my problems, I just want to be happy and it seems like I won't be granted such an around the bend wish.

If only I had known this would have been my outcome, I would have used my birthday candles to wish for some sort of tranquillity for my future self and the ability to be happy knowing my parents are gone and I'm never getting them back. Ever.

Sighing I got ready, the air was cold and I stuffed my hands inside my hoodie pocket. All I wanted was a quick coffee to go.

The moment Delilah saw me she broke out into a smile, I had forgotten that she had been typically working the later shifts — I had chosen to come down after dinner so I wouldn't have to hold a conversation with the girl.

"Draco what can I get for you? Black coffee?" She asked, standing behind the cash register.

"Yeah in a to-go cup please," I told her, digging in my pocket to grab the handful of change I grabbed from my counter before I left.

Delilah's eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted slightly. "To go? I haven't seen you in a while. I was hoping we could stay and chat."

I rolled my shoulders back, I just needed a polite excuse so she'd lay off. "Honestly I've been working all day and I'm much too tired to stay... another time."

"Wait!" She said abruptly, licking her bottom lip. "How— How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, yeah I dunno I'm pretty busy still."

Lies, all lies.

She held my drink in her hand, I went to take it from her but she wouldn't let it go. "Delilah what the fuck?" I asked her, not meaning to swear but I was annoyed, tired and quite frankly I didn't care.

The doorbell chimed and another customer walked in, their clothing wet from the rain that started to come down.

"I just want to make sure you're okay, Draco," Delilah said sweetly. So sweet it made me sick. I don't need a babysitter.

"I'm fine." I snapped, taking my coffee cup roughly out of her hands. It was burning my palms but I didn't care, I wasn't about to continue a game of tug o war with my coffee.

I pulled my hood onto my head and left the cafe, the rain creating a pitter-patter sound on the sidewalk, the traffic splashing the water on the road around.

It's times like this where I wished I owned a car but I don't go enough places to need one. It's just a waste of money, money that I have too much of.