our little city,,

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Y/n POV:

They say over time breakups get easier, that the throbbing of your heart is bearly noticeable and it only is when you invite the pain inside.

Truth is, it gets worse, and there is no inviting. The first day, first moment, first second he left, my first initial reaction wasn't to scream and cry. It was shock, and a burning hope that i half knew wasn't going to happen.

"He'll come back," I sang in my thoughts, "he loves me."

After that first day, the screaming the crying, and the emotions took stay in my head. Sadness and anger made my heart burst and ruined my makeup to the point where I couldn't put on mascara without ruining it.

You don't have to scream into your pillow at 2 am to know your heart is broken, it could be when you're waiting for something to go off in the oven and you remember how you and him used to cook together.

I'll turn around saying, "shawn guess what," and then realize that he's not there to listen.

It's the little things like that, that break you.

I'm walking in the city that we lived in, I moved away 6 months after he left and he called this place "our city." We made everything our own and I can never look at this place the same way again.

I walk into the Caffè I was obsessed with while living here, at the time of the obsession I had this thing for finding unique places to have coffee and the "little brewer" ended up being one of them.

Now? I couldn't care less but I just wanted to remember the dates we used to go on.

I walk in and immediately look to my left to see the familiar small table by the window with 2 chairs across eachother. Each time we came here shawn always wanted to sit by the window.

"Shawn how come you always want to sit in the same spot?" I said complaining, not understanding his love for this simple seat.

"You can see our city from this view, it's beautiful all lit up and I get two great views right across from me." He laughed and I cringed at the cheesiness

"Keep the lame flirting for your online girlfriends." I say with a laugh.

"Ouch," he grabbed his heart pouting pretending to be hurt, "that stings."

He picked up his coffee that the barista handed to him and placed his hand on my back to guide us to sit down.

Tears water my eyes at the memory, but I'm broken from the cute moment we had here by the woman behind the counter.

"Café closes in 15, might want to order quick." This woman is maybe 20 and definetly isn't the same one we had when shawn and I were in the area. She looks overworked, and looks as if she has no personality at all. I can't just say I'll have the usual because she doesn't know that the usual is.

I clear my throat and wipe my eyes with the palms of my hand, "Alright thank you." I walk over glancing up at the menue, pretending that I don't already know I wanted a mocha latte with an extra shot. I always got that while shawn ordered a simple green tea with sugar.

I have to clear my throat again before giving my order and the tired woman quickly types in my order, grabs a cup, and walks away briskly to the machines.

Definetly not as friendly as i remember , maybe when we left this city wasn't ours anymore and things didn't just get bitter for me, but for the people in it.

I smile at my own thoughts. I'm being extremely dumb, I thought the "our city" phrase was bull shit since the beginning, why start using it now.

"Here you are," she blankly says, while setting down the coffee and immediately starts typing things on her cash register. "$4.24."

I reach for my wallet remembering how expensive this place was and hand her a five telling her to keep the change.

I leave the small café thinking I'll just let her close early, she has 10 minutes left of work.

As i walk out into the cool air a couple walks past me laughing at something the man probably said, and straight into the little brewery and I feel like crying again.

This place is a trap, I thought balling my free hand into a fist, they'll learn soon.

I quickly walk down the sidewalk with cars speeding by me. I will never go to this place again, it's unrecognizable. How could shawn make things so much more better, enjoyable, prettier?

"It's because it's our city," His voice ran in my head saying that over and over because that's what he would say whenever I'd ask a question about this mysterious place.

"And our city was made just for us."

________________________________________~guys this was very fun to write and I took the picture at the top while driving with my best buddy. Hope you all like it

~Leah

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