Timeless Love

Coffee

My favorite time of day. Morning time. Why you ask? There is only reason why.

Coffee.

Coffee gives me a constant supply of energy. At least, enough to enjoy the morning. Without it, well I'm kind of a downer. Though I have no problem putting on a good act. In all honesty, I have a more than stable life. Parents that care and love me. Siblings that look out for me. Even a decent college life! I feared what my freshman year in college would be like, always wondering what I should and shouldn't do, who and who not to talk to. That all changed when I actually got in. I live in New York City. I got into a local college here. Things were okay, minus a few key features.

I was lonely.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family to death. But I don't see them that often, and I don't have any friends. Co workers, but not friends. I work at a coffee shop nearby. Timeless. Odd name, but it gets food on the table. Speaking of... I need to get ready. My uniform lay nearby on my coffee table. It was a short sleeve blouse and black pants. Thank every God there is that they aren't slacks. Jeans more like. And an optional cap that I never wore. The cap was a bright orange, making my skin seem pale in comparison.

I'm more of a tan color. Probably due to my Korean American ethnicity. I had dark green eyes with chocolate brown hair. My hair wasn't much, I never do anything but cut it and run a brush through it to tame the beast. Honestly, how can girls deal with that much hair? Its frightening to say the least.

I put on my uniform, clipping on my name tag in the process. Ivan Tohro. I pulled on a pair of converse and grabbed a black hoodie from my closet. I grabbed my wallet and apartment keys. I was leaving, hoping to beat the bustle of late morning.

But I wasn't ready. I wasn't aware of what was about to happen. I didn't know that this would happen to anyone. Especially not me. I saw the girl in the alleyway on my way to work before evening classes start. I saw the man following her. I saw him push her around, force his hand around her throat. I saw the gun. I heard heard her soft crying, watched the tears roll down her face. I watched him brace the gun against her temple. I watched, heard, FELT him pull the trigger. Yet... I did nothing. I stared. I merely, stared. In that moment he looked up and saw me. We locked eyes, mines widening, his looking even angrier.

So I ran. I ran and left her body there, left him with her body. He didn't pursue. I wish he did. I wish he ended me too. Because then...

... then I wouldn't be writhing in my own grief. I wouldn't be at home, dialing 911.

I wouldn't be putting myself in the middle of a problem that shouldn't have been my problem.

I just wanted to stop and enjoy my coffee.

Heyooo. Its Kammo! Now here me out, I know Lovely Stokes is no where near finished, but this new story will be a simple side project. A little taste of something a bit more darker than I'm used to writing. So bear with me. Haha, get it? Bear? Im a pand- aww forget it.