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Right After Coffee [Songfic]

Natasha
12:34am

He took a glance toward me and in an instant, my heart began to melt quickly.

Another glance,

And for a second, I just wanted to run away as if he were never there.

My emotions took advantage of me.

One moment he was perfect and the other, I wanted to run away from him.

And what was I to complain about? He wasn't gonna stop.

Not gonna stop being so damn hard-to-get.

Eventually, I will take my mind of him.

The picture of him and her continuously haunt me.

The picture of him and her and their wedding day continuously break me.

But I can't seem to take my mind off of him.

As I slowly sip my coffee, dark and rich in intense flavor, I couldn't help notice him.

His lips. And how they touched the beige, ceramic mug filled with his favorite type of coffee.

Light. Creamy. And Milky.

He preferred light and fresh coffee rather than dark, black coffee.

- this was one the differences between us.

It was probably why we never got along. Why we, never collided.

I was too lost in the darkness of my past and he,

Well, he was light and creamy and innocent and so full of good things.

Most people would prefer the lighter coffee option than the darker and more rich one.

And for once, I totally understood that.

Because at the moment, I preferred him.

Light as the sun, creamy as soft, warm milk.

But, there was always that little part of me that preferred black coffee over light.

And I hated it.

I wanted to love him.

And at the same time,

I couldn't.

And I hated it.

Steve
2:39am

I see her face. Her bright, radiant face, glowing in the distance.

Lips as red as rose.

Skin as creamy as milk.

She shouts, You won't be alone and I can hear the silence surrounding me, trapping me from saying, No!

I sink deeper into my chest.

For once, I was that little petite boy from Brooklyn, who just wanted to fit in and join the army.

My arms were bony and shaking.

My legs were like a stick.

I could feel a hitched breath between my lungs, a sign that my asthma was definitely back and then;

I was surrounded by darkness.

Inevitable darkness.

If I had closed my eyes shut, I would've missed out on the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.

If I had closed my eyes, I would've never seen her.

Like her personality, her hair flowed fiery red against the breeze.

Her emerald eyes were twinkling against the night sky.

Smile as contagious as a disease.

But this disease felt good.

She was the light in my time of darkness.

Inside of me, I knew I couldn't have her.

She was too pure.

Too innocent.

The way she looked at him, I could tell she could never be into me.

Or even helplessly fall in love with me.

The light fades, and darkness overcomes once again.

I'm stuck in my own demons.

Wanting.

Needing.

Pleading for.

For her.

But, I could never have her.

They tell themselves,

"I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, don't want to, put I can't put nobody else above you,"

She goes,

"I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you, you want her, you need her and I'll never be her."

And every night, while the cold, breeze brushes across his face, he says,

"I'll always need you."

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A/N: I apologize for the long wait for the update but, this one-shot was requested by the lovely @clanetagia ♡ remember to keep requesting + voting + commenting! Xo