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calum and i sat in front of a cafe, at one of the tiny tables with umbrellas. calum was browsing the menu, while i was too distracted with everything in my life.

it had been two weeks since zoe was put down, and i was far from getting over it. my apartment was too quiet, only the buzzing from the heater and the tumble of the washing machine made noise. my day was only filled with work at that stupid little coffee shop. and my sudden relationship with calum had already turned dull, just like everything else in my life. i was constantly just going through the motions, and just trying to reach the end of a flat roller coaster. i was like an extra in an award winning movie.

i glance down to my phone, another text from my mother about my sister's wedding. i needed to get out.

"something on your mind?" calum asks, rubbing my hand that was bitter cold, although the europe weather was changing for the better.

"nothing." i answer simply, lying. i had a lot on my mind all the time. i often thought if i were to switch bodies with another, how they could cope that constant bugging thoughts that erupted my mind.

"you sure? you seem tense."

"i am fine." a pang of guilt struck my insides as the words leave my lips. i wanted to tell calum. i wanted to get out of this town.

he sighs and then i sigh, then we go back to our stinging silence.

the waitress comes by to take our orders and leaves with a cheerful smile. she's beautiful and happy. everything  i'm not. cal would be happier with someone like her. i just bring him down, but she could lift him up.

every second i sat in front of the cafe, i began to hate myself a little more. i just want to get out of here.

{filler, next couple chapters will be more important.}

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