When Obsession Breathes

Chapter One: Coffee Talks

It's been some while since I've had a normal interaction with a decent human being. I'm talking one of those heartfelt and meaningful conversation that usually lead to rainbows and shit coming out of the other end. My mom and I always have those decent conversations, but I need to have the conversation with someone my age. My dog does a fantastic job listening, but simply tilts his head in frustration when he doesn't understand what I am saying.

It's been months since I've been able to toy with the feelings of someone and it's driving my crazy. Not being able to reap the consequences of my past mistakes onto someone else has taken a jab at my morality. I'm not going soft or caring, but yet, I've lacked the perfect candidate to exchange feelings with. I even moved to a bigger city so no one would know who I am.

"Dawn! You're coffee is ready!" The barista yelled.

I thanked her and slid a couple dollars into the tip jar before sulking in the booth in the corner. It's almost as if I've lost my touch of being able to attract someone to me. My momma always told me that good things come to those that wait, but the waiting game is hard. Plus quite frankly, it's not ideal because I'm getting older as every day passes by.

I pull out my phone and open it up to the first social media account my I just think to check. My eyes lands on the one man that just makes my blood boil. He's been everywhere lately and women just swoon at the sound of his voice. He's a pretty boy, that's for sure. However, looks and personality are two different things when it comes to someone.

Dylan Montana, who are you really?

"Oh my gosh, Dawn! Is that you?" A voice squeezes before a woman slides into the booth across from me.

Does anyone else get annoyed when someone comes up, uninvited, and just sits with you? Yeah? I'm so glad that we are all under the same understanding about this type of situation.

"Hello Becka," I grumble. "How did you find me this time?"

She flips her hair, "Well you see, I pin pointed every possible coffee shop that was in this area. I then sorted by menu items and give that your favorite beverage is only offered at this one, it had to be it. Impressive isn't it?"

I clap slowly before taking a sip of my coffee. I stare at the drink, wondering what type of monster I have created with Becka. She was perfectly fine before hanging out with me and now it's like she's some FBI agent, always up my ass. I love her to death, but goddamn, sometimes I just need a few moments to myself.

"Becka, I really just needed a moment to myself. I understand that we are roommates and best friends, but girl, I'm on the hunt," I sighed, reading my name on the cup. There was a heart next to my name.

She frowns, "I know. I know. It's just, you haven't been the same since a few months ago and I worry about you. All you ever seen to do is be concerned about the next guy you're going to wreck havoc on. Why can't you just take a break and love someone for once?"

"I've told you," I hiss, straighting up in my seat. "Last time I loved someone I've experienced pain that no one, and I repeat, no one should ever have to experience. Do you know what it's like watching the person you love run off with your 'so-called best friend' on your wedding day? No? I don't think so."

She sits there in silence before the barista calls her name for her order. She disappears momentarily before reappearing with a coffee and two sweet treats.

She pushes the poppy seed muffin in my direction, "You need this more than I do."

Damn her, she knows my weakness.

I take a bite of the muffin before returning my attention back to my phone. The most recent video that Dylan uploaded appeared on my for you page.