Coffee - Kuroken

Chapter 3 - Future

 I tapped my watch, and started jogging, feeling the wind in my face immediately. Part of me wished that this run could be completely painless, but the other part of me knew that my shins would hurt so much that they would go numb, but I tried not to think about that.

My music played through my ears, the bass beat vibrating my ears. I heard a random song come on my headphones, but I ignored it. My mind was already occupied. I couldn't tell what was going on with me recently. I was so confused how my motivation suddenly hit a brick wall.

I guess my motivation wasn't the only thing that hit a brick wall. At least I thought it was a brick wall.

"What the fuck-" someone said in front of me. I looked down and saw a familiar face. Those feline eyes, that dumb hair. This was the last thing I wanted.

"Not this again." I panted, feeling close to puking. I tok a deep breath, and lifted a hand to my stomach, wincing at the stitch I had.

"It's mutual." He deadpanned, and I chuckled a little. I continued running to stop myself from throwing up, deeply pondering what the fuck just happened. Why was he suddenly here? Why was this so dramatic? Why is it that everytime I think about him I either want to punch a wall or die? Why?

I sighed, and continued running, focusing all of my energy into the intense pain in my shins.

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I walked into the shower, and made sure the water was cold. My hair was drenched with sweat, and I wanted to be clean. The cold water woke me up, and had a sting to my hot skin. I grabbed the soap, and doused it all over my body, the citrus smell filling my senses like water fills a glass. I then grabbed my face wash, and lathered it all over my face. I rinsed it off, and turned off the shower, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my waist.

I again thought about what happened on my run.

I don't want a repeat of... that.

I pushed the thoughts aside and stretched my arms over my head, my shoulder blades aching. I walked into the kitchen, and got out some bread, and my toaster. I pushed down the toaster, and walked a few feet away to see the peanut butter, grabbing it as well as a butter knife.

The toast popped, and I spread the peanut butter on it. I took a bite of it and relished the taste. Part of me wondered why I was so focused on something so small like this, but the other side wanted to think about him. He made me so mad.

My mixed emotions and angry mood make me seem like a disgruntled Walmart employee. Or maybe a McDonald's employee. Either way, this whole new situation is putting me off, and I want it to go away, but something inside me is telling me that it won't end anytime soon.

My main question was, Why is he suddenly here? I've been a regular at this cafe for the three months that I've lived here, and I have never seen him. Whatever, I should just drop it.