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Bittersweet Coffee

Here I am, for the last time, in this place where we first met. Drinking bitter coffee as I recall all of it. Thus, remembering all of those bittersweet times we had together. I had closed my eyes and let out a silent laugh of it.

Slowly opened my eyes as I am about to have my second sip, and there he was. Inside the shop. Did not think that I would see him so soon.

Who could it be he is waiting for?

Just so, I hear the bell ring of the door being opened. Shifted my eyes into the girl who was walking towards him. Oh, I see. I remember.

I remember. The reason. Why...

He left me that day, broken.

And so, slowly putting the cup down then stand from the chair, ready to leave. I look at them once more. Whispering 'I wish you happiness.' Before I turn my back and leave those bittersweet memories behind.