Tension filled the air, our favourite spot was usually quiet that evening. The aroma of untouched coffee beans lingered, the warm glow of lights casting a golden hue on the exposed brick walls, with a mix of vintage posters and local artwork. Cozy armchairs and plush sofas surrounded us, but the intimate corner table we always claimed was now a stage for a heart-wrenching scene.
I stared at my untouched Latte and looked outside the window, dark clouds threatened an impending storm. Our haven felt different tonight, the familiar ambience twisted into an unfamiliar dance of emotions.
As he looked into my eyes, Kyle sighed, his gaze carrying a weight I couldn't comprehend. I've never seen him this down, it was like as if something was heavily bothering him and I wanted to help him out of the demons he was fighting within himself.
"Irie, we need to talk."
The words lingered in the space between us, a sinking feeling settling in my chest. I didn't want to imagine what he was gonna say although I felt it coming. He had been acting strangely for the past few weeks and my gut was never wrong.
"What is it Kyle? Tell me."
I felt stings in my eyes but blinked them away. I fought back every urge in me to not cry in public. I found crying in public more embarrassing than saying the wrong answer out loud in class.
He hesitated, searching for the right words, and the silence between us became deafening.
"I think we should break up."
Time seemed to freeze as those words came out of him, each syllable delivering a sharp blow to my heart. I felt a lump in my throat, making it difficult to speak. The atmosphere of the room shifted, the reality of his decision hit me like a wave of tsunami killing me entirely.
"I don't understand Kyle. Why- just why? I thought we were okay after everything."
I managed to whisper but my voice was barely audible. The warmth of my favourite spot now felt like I was on top of an icy mountain.
Kyle looked away, refusing to meet my gaze. I wanted him to look at me and tell me that he's sorry, this is all just a prank. That he's just playing and we are going to the movies after this.
But no.
I pinched my arm so hard, it was painful just like salt on a wound, making me believe that this isn't a dream.
"It's not about you sweetheart. I promise. I need to figure things out, I am unable to put the effort to keep you happy."
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, tracing a silent path down my cheeks. My eyes were on fire, heartache written across my face.
"Then why did you tell me that you loved me? Was it some sick joke? Of course it would have been. I am way innocent to understand what goes on in a guy's mind."
My voice betrayed the pain I tried so hard to conceal. I felt the stares of other customers looking at our direction but I was too broken to care. The adrenaline rush in my veins made me feel electrifying shocks all over my body.
"I'm so sorry Irie. Something came up and it's hard for me to balance it while dating. I tried to, Love I swear, I should have told you earlier."
"It was too good to be true Kyle. I was naive to think we are forever."
"Irie-" his voice cracked. "Love, I'm sorry I-"
"Good luck Kyle. I hope you find whatever you are looking for...Bye." I cut him short before he came up with any excuses. Without another glance I turned away, not wanting to see him anymore, leaving our once 'favourite spot'. The door's bell chimed my exit and I felt him watching me as I stepped into the pouring streets.
It was like the sky was crying with me, the rainfall cold and relentless. I kept walking like I wanted to walk till eternity, the familiar path home now stretched endlessly. My heart shattered and the world around me dimmed by the weight of tears that were gushing out.
I finally reached home drenched, tired, filled with rage. Anger consumed me, I couldn't think of anything else other than to run to my room and get rid of everything I had that reminded me of Kyle. Our Polaroids, his gifts, the letters he wrote, the diary I had where I made vision boards of our future, the roses he gave me for my birthday which I got preserved in epoxy resin so that I can keep it forever, all went into the trash. Torn paper and demolished ornaments were all over my bedroom floor.
Finally I broke down. I fell onto the floor and let my heart cry. Clutching the pillow to my chest, the tears stained its fabric, as if the softness could absorb the weight of the pain. My cries were loud enough to be heard outside my room, my mum opened the door to see me in a mess. She didn't say a word and didn't need to hear a word to understand what she was witnessing in front of her eyes. She held me into her arms and said
"Sometimes, a goodbye is the bravest word we can say Hun."
Hi everyone! I'm Ivyy. To start with, thank you for making to the end of the chapter. I write in my free time and this was a draft I had lying in the back of my notes app, so I thought to publish it. I hope I didn't make the first chapter too.. saddening? HAHAHA I can assure you the upcoming chapters will be wholesome and will not cost any tears. >·<
The characters of this story are inspired by my favourite band Stray Kids and it's entirely fictional. In the upcoming chapters you'll find references and inspiration I've used to write this. I just wanted to create something sweet. I really hope you'll enjoy this little story.
Do leave your comments so that I can continue, I'm looking forward that you will stay with me till the end and if you spot any mistakes, please let me know.
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