Chapter 9

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They came every day. It was like a knife wound to my heart when they walked in together.

The worst part was that they were perfect for each other, always happy and... Perfect.

I angrily prepare their coffees, but halfway through Will calls out to me.

"Hey, Bee?"

"Yeah?" I ask, looking away from the coffee machine and plastering a smile on my face.

"Kira really likes iced coffee, so I think we will have that today," he responds eagerly.

"Wait... Both of you? You're changing your order?" I gasp.

"Yes?" He responds, confused.

I hold up a finger, signaling for him to wait a minute and fast-walk to the bathroom.

Running into a stall, I lock the door behind me and sit on the toilet seat to cry.

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