"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Fɪʀsᴛ Mᴇᴇᴛ [Pᴀʀᴛ:1]

- You pressed your finger pads over your forehead. Slowly frustration building with in you. Your cheeks flushed red tint as you stared at the wooden surface. Your elbows resting against the table while hearing his stories when you already know the truth.

Jake: Are you even listening to me Y/N?

- He asks as he stares at his girlfriend. You lightly slammed your hand on the table as you let out a sarcastic chuckle.

Y/N: Jake I've been listening to this bullshit for past six months. All you say is she is your best friend when I literally saw you making out with her on my fucking birthday.

- Jake's eyes widen in surprise. He didn't even realise that you saw them. You glanced aside towards the glass window. Jake looked down and tried to communicate but his mind went absolutely blank. You licked your lips and looked at him.

Y/N: You can go with her. I won't hold you back Jake.

- Jake furrowed his eyebrows hearing upon your words.

Jake: Y/N what do you mean-

Y/N: We...

- You looked at your feet. A light scoff escapes from your lips.

Y/N: We are over Jake.

Jake: What...

- His voice lowers. Guilt takes over him but it's too late but right now the thing he is wondering about is.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚.

- You got up and were about to walk away but he calls out your name.

Jake: Y/N I'm so-

- You turned to him. You nodded and leaned towards the table. You looked into his eyes as you grabbed the coffee without him getting notice. You whispered.

Y/N: I'm glad that you have common sense but...

- You backed away from him and threw the coffee on his face.

Y/N: Fuck your insincere sorry.

- It was cold coffee. Basically americano. You walked out of the café, not caring about the scene you just created.

Y/N: I should not get into relationships. Every single person I've ever dated just takes me granted. As if I'm like tissue paper which they can throw away.

- You mumbled to yourself walking furiously towards the place which calms you down.

Y/N: Fuck this.

- Your phone vibrating constantly. You live alone. You work at your dream job. You design many art and combine colours in any structure which would look aesthetically pleasing but it doesn't favor you much. Your project piece rarely gets selected.

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

- Your professional life sucks as well. You don't even know how long you'll be able to continue this. You are an inch close to just go and never show up yourself.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

- You were not like this when you were kid. As your adolescence hit you. You started to change gradually. You became extremely reserved. You felt like no one really understand you. You felt like an outcast. You would barely smile now. All you do is either stay quiet whole time or have extremely bad anger issues.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.