"Claire, I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?"
Claire had been with Jacob since sixth grade. Now, in the middle of their senior year, things were beginning to fall apart.
"I don't feel it anymore."
"Feel what?"
"Us."
Claire sat silently, with her hands wrapped around her coffee cup.
"It's not you, Claire-it's me."
Claire said nothing.
"You see, we're going to college soon. I'm leaving here for Texas. Claire, we just weren't meant to be."
Jacob looked down at his hands, "but I still love you, Claire."
Claire's grip tightened in the baby blue coffee cup, her knuckles white and tears whispering at the corners of her chocolate eyes. "Love? Jacob, if you loved me you would try to make this work. But you aren't."
Jacob looked up as Claire stood up, readjusting her scarf.
"Claire, I'm sorry."
"Save it for someone who cares, Jacob."
And with that Claire stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving Jacob with the bill and herself with a broken heart.
Jacob leaned back in his seat, eyes closed.
The only thing left to do now was move on.
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8th Avenue
Teen Fiction“It's not you—it's me.” “I love you.” “Everyone wants to find love, right?” Those are just some of the few things you'll hear at the 8th Avenue Coffee Shop. | 8th Avenue is different stories written from different points of views about different top...
