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The tiny ding of a bell alerted the slender waitress that I had arrived in the shop she didn’t bother to look up from the magazine she was intently reading. I glanced to see a table positioned in a dark corner, feeling paranoid from the singular fact that Ed could be looking for me right now, it was definitely a wise choice to sit on a worn chair which was nailed to the ground. I curtly asked if I could have a cup of tea as I walked past the waitress, being acknowledged by a singular glance. As I sat I brought my knees to my chest and rested my forehead to my eyes; this was all too much to take in, the person I left four years ago today reappearing unexpectedly; me thinking it would be better for both of us, yet I ended breaking both of us; the endless days and nights I cried out your name and yearned for one of your hugs, enduring phone calls from my mum as she would say you called and the letters she forwarded from you to me, the paper crinkled from where you had obviously curled it into a ball and hurled it out of frustration and the ink splattered in some places, showed how you cried over the pain of writing to me. Very simple letters with intricate feelings and pain behind them; it broke me more. I was brought back from these thoughts as this waitress slammed a mug down in front of me, a simple nod as she was already heading back to her station with the intent to carry on reading her magazine.
I returned my feet to the greasy linoleum floor, picked up and cradled the mug between my hands taking a grateful gulp; tea was a great stress reliever and was always my comfort in anything; although the cheap tea in this cup was disgusting it was hot and I could find some comfort in it, though it wasn’t filling this void in my chest which I created. Why on today of all days did I have to see him, why? I just wished I had never left in the first place, but if I hadn’t everything would have become worse. Ed never really knew and if I had stayed he would have definitely found out and that couldn’t happen. I took in my surroundings of this dank place, several lights which had burnt out making it very dark, table clothes stained with rings of various drinks and food stains but this didn’t bother me at the moment. Tables plus chairs that were bolted to the ground almost as if they thought they were going to float away if they weren’t bolted to the ground. Whilst looking round my phone had been vibrating constantly, I had been ignoring but now I had had enough. I pulled it out to see several notifications from twitter; something I hadn’t been on in months due to the fact whilst Ed was getting bigger all I would ever see were tweets or pictures about him, to him, or wrote by himself. What is going on?
I casually opened up my phone to see I had gained about 100 new followers all within the last hour or so which is strange because I never really used twitter anymore, I continued to look through to see I had been tweeted by people I had never met before or even had the vague idea of who they were,
“What the hell is going on?”
I uttered the words and then I came across the reason why, Ed’s tweet which read,
“Hey guys, the meet up today was awesome and I love you all greatly so can I ask a favour? Have you guys seen this girl at all, she seems to have mysteriously disappeared. If anyone does see her can you tell her to contact me or my manager stuart please. Thanks guys!”
With this was the photo he had obviously took earlier of me running from him, I looked so scared.
“Fuck.”
Was all I could legitimately say, my mug of tea which thankfully only had a tiny bit left in fell towards and hit the red checked tablecloth, a loud clink made me glance down, picking up the mug which now had a significant crack running down the side; I sighed and placed it back onto the table. Why does he even want to see me? I thought after ripping both of our hearts out he would rather punch me in the face, then actually trying to find me. My phone which was still in my hand vibrated again to show that someone had tweeted me saying if I had seen ed’s tweet. I wasn’t going to reply. With all of this going on I decided to look through his tweets to show that Ed had been tweeted
“@edsheeran: Mate I ran into her a few minutes ago down a side street when I was coming to meet you, she couldn’t of got very far I don’t think, we should go have a look as it isn’t very far from where we are staying”
I realised that the man I had bumped into was Ed’s manager, a guy called Stuart and if I didn’t get out of here soon I would be being greeted with a mass of ginger hair.
