bridge & burn [h.s.]

rewind

The whirring of the coffee machine at Violet's job was the most annoying sound they'd ever heard. They were working the early shift this morning, which was especially rough after the night they had.

Their friends convinced them to come out and have drinks to try and distract from the breakup and they thought they would at least give it a try.

4 vodka cranberries later and they were crying in a stall, drunk texting their ex-boyfriend.

"I miss you so much."

That was the only properly spelled text that was sent all night.

When they'd woken up with a violent headache in the morning, they'd gone on their phone to see if there had been any updates in the world, only to discover all of the texts sent in a moment of drunken desperation.

"Fuck my liiiiiife," they said as they groaned into the pillow.

Whatever. It's fine. Let's just forget about it, they thought to themselves as they got up, made themselves their usual cup of coffee and started getting ready for their shift at work.

Every time the bell on the door rung, they turned to see if it might be him. They knew it wouldn't be, but they hadn't lost hope that maybe he had realized it was a mistake.

They looked down at the sleeve of their hoodie where a small "H <3 V" was hand-embroidered and it made their chest ache.

I should maybe send another text that's actually coherent this time, they thought to themselves. No, don't make it worse that it already is. What's that saying, they thought to themselves? If you love someone, let them go? Yeah, honestly, whoever said that can go to hell. I'm not ready to let Harry go.