Bleeding isn't Broken

Whatever the past held

Rain was always the calmest yet most chaotic weather that i had to deal with the most. My favourite weather to watch and read a book too however the least favourite to walk in. With no form of shelter or protection, i ran quickly though the streets of Edinburgh to get to that one cafe that held all my secrets and my favourite mocha. My hair was now wet but I didn't mind. Clothes were damp but i was still smiling. Sitting in the usual corner of the room, laptop at hand, ready to work on my ideas and get things done. Cafe de la flier. A small dark academian cafe in the quite part of Edinburgh, just north of the heart. A place i found when i first went to university here.

After collage I wasn't really sure on where i was planning on going. I always thought i was going to get stuck in that town working as pointless job for the rest of my life. Collage didn't help but i some how m,an aged to pass with an equivalent 3 A levels. Took me as far as i needed to go. Yes i did apply for Aberystwyth and i was going to study business but luckily i managed to pull through on some things and get into a nice English university in the center of Edinburgh. Although its a bit far from home, i felt like myself in this big place. My personal;it's didn't feel challenged or underwhelmed. It wasn't like i didnt miss home. Although I complained about the sea and how loud it was, i now understand the longing of missing it. As well as things I wasn't allowed to take with me.

But i was happy here. Visiting home on big holidays was still a thing. But i didn't really like going home. Past friends and memories crowded the place. People i remember listening too, saying they were going to go far but still work at the local coop. People who were p[lanning on l;waving the same as i now sat at the train station drinking their problems away. I'm glad i was able to leave because i knew for a fact that i was going to end up like them if i wasn't careful. It was sad really, but that's how life is.

Leah was still there. But she was happy. I always knew that she was going to stay in the same place, I don't think she could see herself in any other areas. We did end up[ going to Washington that one winter, spent the whole time watching the snow fall as well as a cosy fire and winter shopping. Good memories. She stil;l comes to visits in the winter, the light events and the market deals always take her fancy in the time of year. Its nice to see her.

The small cafe was quite on Saturday mornings, people only coming in for takeaways and working until 5. Not a job i want to go back to. The bell rung again, a wet boy walking through the door. A sense of familiarity. I was always one to watch people and listen to their stories. My biggest ideas come from strangers inspirations. Little things that happen in my days. None ever involving myself. Couples on the street, dates in the cafe, old people complaining about their past and how things are different now. Its the small things. But this boy was different. He seemed familiar but i didn't know why.

"Hello. Can i get a tea with no milk please?" He handed her the money, a wet umbrella in the other hand. I wished for him to look over at me, his hat covered his eyes from view. But as if the universe listened to me, he turned, his eyes catching mine. Someone from my past. Oliver. His beard finally grew out but i knew it was him. The same blue eyes i would get lost in.

He squinted at me, not sure who i was. It had been 5 years since our last encounter. Last i heard was that he moved back to his mums to find work. I don't recall him saying he was going to go into uni. Working was always his future plans. I remember being his future plans once, bu I think that was just two teens in love up too late at night talking about things they wanted. It was never something we could of had. He left me that September, still in love but confused by his emotions or lack there of, and i was hurt for a while but I knew that was what needed to happen. Its not like we didnt stay friends. Just became hard. But here he was standing in front of me trying to piece in his head who i was.

I gave a small wave hoping it would help, the slight realisation on his face made me smile. 5 years and he still looks the same. Beard had become darker and he looked heal;their but he was still the same. Thanking the women for his tea, he walked over he'd held in slight confusion.
"Daisy?" I nodded, gesturing to the seat i front of me. "Well hi. Its been a while."