🫶🏼the lovers🫶🏼(dnf)

coffee shop

chapter 2– coffee shop

tw: mentions of: alcohol and weed, abuse, panic attacks.

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word count: 1827

-clay's pov-

I don't really remember what happened. All I remember was abusing my alcohol and weed stack. Then, the high feeling went away. I felt numb again. There I was laying on the floor drench in sweat. I felt the panic attack coming back. I went into the bathroom that was in desperation to be cleaned. I fell over near the sink and passed out. I didn't know that I passed out. All I remember was getting in between a mix of high and drunk and then waking up.

I was super shaky. I woke up with a taste of burnt cannabis left in my mouth. When I stood up I felt like I was going to pass out again from the lightheadedness. I needed to wash the god awful taste out of my mouth. not water, not milk, something else . I was really craving coffee for some type of reason. I saw an ad on twitter for pumpkin spice coffee. I mean it is getting that time of the year. My favorite season. autumn. I scrolled on my phone when I came across a local coffee shop. I saw that they just came out with limited edition fall and Halloween themed coffees. I decided that I should go to get me in the mood for the "cold weather." Despite the fact that I live in Florida, I still like to celebrate and enjoy all the seasons. I've always wanted to visit somewhere like England, where it gets crazy rain and snow. I've never experienced snow before, but it's definitely on my to do list.

I went into my closet and grabbed a green smile hoodie, and some sweatpants. I went into the bathroom and man, there should have been a trigger warning on the mirror. I look like I've been living in the streets, and haven't gotten any sleep. I didn't really mind or care. I've reached rock bottom with my mental health, so why should I care what someone thinks about me. It's not like imma regret not dressing up.

I walked downstairs and grabbed my keys. When I got into my car, I started to blast music to try to cheer myself up. my favorite song "20 minutes" started playing. I turned the radio up even more. Miami could probably hear it. "20 more minutes until I'm up!" I was practically screaming the lyrics. I took my precious time getting to the coffee shop. I passed by a matte black Porse. When I got there I grabbed my phone in case of an emergency, and someone needed to grab my attention.

I walked into the coffee shop. I held the door open for an elderly behind me. Just because I'm depressed and have no will to live doesn't mean I'm a monster. While holding the door, I saw a cute brunette with snazzy glasses on. I waited an extra minute or so just so I could have an interaction with someone pretty.

"Thank you, cutie," the brunette said. I said your welcome without realizing the words that just came out of his mouth. when it finally clicked in my head, it shocked me. I mean how cute am I? I'm literally dressed like a homeless man.

-George's pov-

all the memories of being abused come rushing back. I had to relive it day after night. it normally ended like this: I could be having a good day, but bam, a vivid forced daydream comes crashing in, ruining everything in its path. My therapist recommended that I write down everything that happened along with what triggered it, just so I know what to avoid.

I needed to get him off my mind. I'm letting it ruin my day, just like all the other times. I searched on google for places around me. I came across a local coffee shop. I saw on their website that they now have limited edition fall themed coffees. This of course sparked my bubble.

I went into my shared closet that I wished wasn't shared anymore. I picked out a black skirt and a blue hoodie. as i was putting them on, out of the corner of my eye i saw my goggle glasses. all of the memories of my childhood and teenage years came crashing back. it put a half ass smile on my face. I decided to go into the bathroom and put a little bit of blush and mascara on.