Mina One-Shots

Crashed

Mona P.O.V.;
I'm sitting outside the Brew, the chilly air numbing my cheeks, despite the hot coffee. Turns out I came here on the wrong day, because Mike and his 'new girlfriend', Mia, are in there. I can see through the window, and I keep looking at them, my heart aching every time I looked at Mike. I didn't want to cry, so I swallowed my last drop of coffee and went inside to get a muffin.
As soon as I walk in, I feel nervous. Eyes on the counter, I walk fast to the front counter, where Emily was working.
"Another cup of coffee, Mona?" she asks me. I laugh and say, "No, Em, a banana nut muffin would suffice." Emily nods and gets the most fresh muffin there is. While she's occupied with getting that. I steal a glance over at Mike, yet again causing another heart wrench. I turn around, and I see Emily looking at me.
"It's hard, isn't it?" she asks.
"What?" I ask, pretending to be clueless. But I wasn't fooling her. She raised an eyebrow and said,
"Don't act like that, Mona. You still love him, don't you?" I fall into her trap and nod in a yes. She shoves the muffin in a paper bag and says, "You know, I bet he still loves you too."
"What makes you say that?" I question her, digging for money.
"I see him in the hall sometimes. He looks at you. Until his girlfriend comes around the corner." Emily replies. I cringe at the word 'girlfriend', and hand her the money.
"Well, honestly, I'm glad he's happy. I'd rather that than him moping around like a lost puppy all day." I say truthfully.
"Why did you guys break up, anyways?" Emily asks. She realizes what she said and adds, "Sorry, I know you don't want to talk about it." I look over at the wrong time, and sure enough, Mike makes eye contact with me. His hand raised as he waves, and his kind as hell girlfriend waves as well. Feeling annoyed, angry, and well, disappointed, I don't take the change Emily has in her hands, and I walk out, eager not to see Mia's face again. I sit at the same table again, and I bite down into banana muffin. I see a figure inside the coffee shop move, and the door opens, and it reveals the blonde- haired Mia.
"May I sit, please?" she asks me in a kind tone. Hesitantly, I offer a chair and she sits down.
"Let me get right to the chase; I know you still love Mike, and I know he still loves you." Mia blurts. My eyes widen in surprise.
"Whoa, what?!" I exclaim, almost dropping my snack.
"I see the way he looks at you everyday. I'm not stupid. I can tell you two still have a connection." she guesses, crossing her arms.
I pick off a loose nut on my muffin and say, "Okay, maybe I do still have feelings for him. Are we going to do that cheesy thing when you declare I stay away from him?"
Mia pushes her long, wavy blonde hair behind her head and replies, "Not at all. I'm not the jealous type. And I completely understand the situation you're in. I've been there. I can't say he'll come to you soon enough, because that's his decision, and all I want is for him to be happy." I look at her closely and see seriousness in her expression.
The jingles of the bell awoke my ears, and there stood Mike, his built figure beside Mia.
"Mona, hey. What are you doing here?" he asks me. I look up and I see him looking into my eyes as well. Mia must see our little exchange, and she says, "I was just talking to Mona about the yearbook. We have to see what designs we want to put on the pages." Mike, being the person I knew he was, went along with it.
"Okay, well, we're just about to head home." Mike announces. Home; the Montgomery house. I haven't been there in so long. I felt a yearn sometimes to just drive there and say hello. Then I realize what my current situation is.
"Well, have fun." I say nonchalantly, and Mike grabs Mia's hand and they walk down the sidewalk. I see Mike's head turn, and his eyes grow into puppy dog eyes. I look down, unable to hold his stare without breaking down, so I just got up and walked away.
That night, I get a call from Mrs. Montgomery. I found out Mike had gotten in a car accident, and he was in a coma. He had slipped on some ice on the road and slid off the road. I drop everything and get in my car, not caring about the fact my pajama shirt had a tiny ketchup stain on the front. Pressing the gas, I rush to the E.R., not caring that I hadn't locked my doors. Rushing to the elevator, I got up to Floor 3 and go to Room C27 . And there I see him.
He has a bruise on his lower left eye, and a giant gash on his right arm and left leg. He has many bruises on his chin and arms. I feel a cry reach my throat and I shut myself up. I walk to him and take his hand, feeling my emotions getting the better of me.
"Mike, what happened to you?" I ask, unable to hide the shakiness in my voice. I push back a piece of his hair with my trembling hand, letting a tear fall at the corner of his mouth. I wipe it with a tissue and sit down on a stool next to him, never letting of of his hand. I just sat there, blank, until the nurse told me it was time to go. I kiss his lips and say, "I love you, Mike." I grab my purse, and am walking out when I hear his voice. I'm not sure if he was dreaming or if he knew it was real, but the words were clear;
"I love you too, Mona."