Look After You {Completed}

i. ~December~

~December, Monday~

                                                     

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            If I don't say this now I will surely break

            As I'm leaving the one I want to take

            Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait

            My heart has started to separate

                                                            ~*~

 

            Eccedentesiast: A person who fakes smiling.

           

            It’s to much work.

            Whoever wrote that crap belief that it takes 17 muscle’s to smile and 43 muscles to frown is way over their head, but I guess that’s what you get for surfing the internet.

            Nudging the center of glasses up to the bridge of my nose, I lounge further down on the dinner seat, the sheer plastic and oily grease of age making me grimace.

            I hear whispering to my left and I try to look preoccupied by the words of the book I am holding, something about quantum physics.

            But hey, Physics was better than Matilda Dopplegreen.

            That’s her name.

            Seventeen, hair the color of a spoiled carrot and an unending supply of histamine within her system to create a constant flow of snot.

            Matilda Dopplegreen.

            Everyday I came in ordering nothing but a cup of coffee and everyday Matilda would shoot to my table and take my order.

            One day I walked into the dinner and she was sitting at my table, notepad in hand and tissue wads stuffed up her nose like she had a bloody nose. I nearly ran out that day.

            I shudder at the past memory and ruffle my dark hair to party conceal my face.

            One cup of coffee, one small tablet of cream, exactly five stirs clockwise and piping hot, that’s what I got everyday.

            Taking a sip out of my beverage I savor the milky flavor in my mouth, the perfect combination of sugar and bitter coffee perking my senses.

            Coffee was like alcohol to me.

            Now I never got pulled over by a cop and told that I had to walk in a straight line and touch my nose because I drank to much coffee but I was a certified coffeeholic.

            Some people drank to drown their sorrows and forget the past but I, I drank to remember my past.

            Blurred images and wavering memories of my parents, of my childhood burned in my mind and I took another sip of my coffee.