FALL • compilation •

| over coffee |

He walked inside the warm, crusty interior of the small coffee shop from the pouring rain outside, with his heart hammering against his ribcage. Clammy palms abraded against the rough, damp garment of his jeans as the bell above the door plinked with merriment. Would today really be the last meeting?

She tapped her right foot against the leg of the table, waiting for him to arrive. Her slender fingers trembled as she tried to keep her eyes from watering and exhaled a long, shaky breath. She could not let him see her weak.

A part of him froze when he noticed her flaming red locks in their - her favourite corner of the place. He could see her tapping her foot against the table leg, and he realized for the first time: He wasn't ready to let go yet.

Would we really end like this, over coffee at his favourite place?

Would today be the last time I will look into her eyes and possibly hold her hands?

Will some random blonde take my place, as soon as I leave him?

Her cracked-lip smile, that now appeared along with the tinkling of their coffee mugs, wrecked and devastated him inside.

His wind-swept bronze locks that were matted against his forehead, reminded her of all those nightly laughs and sex they had at his apartment in the course of the last three years.

Do these hurt, these last-time meetings? Will I ever be able to get over her?

I might be living in Mars ten years later, but I will never forget how his lips tasted.

Their knees brushed; her soft, milky skin against his rough, damp Levi's.

His fingers ached to tuck those isolated strands of hair behind her ear and kiss her one last time.

Her eyes threatened to pool at the sight before her, which was going to become a rarity in a few moments; if he agreed.

Their steaming mugs slowly grew cold as they tried to do anything but face each other and talk. The bustling crowd around seemed enough to entertain their foolish attempts at evading the matter.

It was a long time before she met his eyes, and he could see how hard she was trying to control her tears. She despised crying in public.

His expressions betrayed him as she watched a solitary tear roll down his cheek. Inside, she was smattered.

He patted the cushioned seat beside him and bobbed his head for her to shift to that chair. He wanted to hold her in his arms. Hold her for one last time.

She buried her face in his chest and cried for the first time, ever since the day they were forced to take such a decision.

His shirt, for the first time wasn't stained with mascara, but with fresh and stale tears, running down her cheeks.

There was a first for both of them, although, this was their last meeting.

They did not utter a single word all the time they were sitting there, with her sobbing on his chest and his face buried in her fiery mess of hair, both trying to soak in the last remnants of each other as the world carried on.

He heard her garbled goodbyes on his shirt and let her break his heart.

She watched him accept her decision, through bleary eyes, and let a hundred more tears fall.

They had said enough through the silence that prevailed between them over cold, unloving coffee. The only unsaid words were perhaps, "I'll miss everything and anything that were yours."

They parted ways at the door, below the tinkling bell, with yet more tears pooling in their eyes, with ache and longing tucked away in the deepest recesses of their hearts.

The waitress cleared away the table, wiping out the last of their presence with the white towel grooved in between her uniform's belt.

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This girl is basically what drives me to write these stories. She is literally the goddess of inspiration for everyone and anyone who knows her. She might just look like a nobody in the crowd, but, dude, she is a star inside.

I love you, Dighu.

*I pity you all for not knowing her enough. 😂*

Comment your most favorite/heartbreaking moment and don't forget to tap on the gray star and make me happy. 💄

Love, Rehnuma.