bridge & burn [h.s.]

to whom it may concern

Sunlight streamed through the curtains. He rolled over to face the break of the day, not yet wanting to start again.

Standing up, he groggily makes his way to the coffee pot and starts brewing a pot while scrolling through his phone.

Ten new messages.

Fuck.

He tried to let he down as easily as he could, but it was still as painful as ever. She cried as she left and it broke his heart. Still, he knew it was the right thing to do.

He opened his messages and read the first one.

"I miss you so much."

I can't do this right now, he thought. He poured the coffee into his cup and did his usual morning routine of scrolling through social media and decided it was time to get cleaned up.

The shower was the only place he allowed himself to cry. It felt like the shower was crying with him and he wasn't alone in his sorrow.

As he got out and got dressed, he put on his favorite outfit of a pair of jeans, a classic white t-shirt and some Converse. It's a timeless look, he thought, as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He grabbed his keys, opened the door, and walked downstairs to the first floor of his apartment. He passed his doorman on the way out. "Have a nice day, Harry." He smiled as he passed him by. "Thank you, you too."