"This is so clichè," she said to herself as she shook her head. She lifted the cup of coffee to her lips and took a sip of it.
Yes, it was clichè. She was sitting in a coffee shop, alone in the corner, her hair messy, wearing her big glasses that she hated
(but he loved)
and a big, oversized sweater. It was very clichè. But there she was.
Just because she had a stray heart. Christian had been in love with her. He had loved her; her, of all people. He had told her that they would be together forever, but she had a stray heart, and she left him in the middle of the night, leaving behind no explanation except for a note that simply read, "i'm sorry."
And so there she was, in the middle of a coffee shop, living a clichè, and thinking about Christian, who was miles away.
"No more thinking about Christian," she said. "You're gone. You left. Time to move on and forget about him, Colette."
She took another sip of her coffee.
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Fleeting Moments
Romance"Sometimes she wishes she would have stayed. Then she reminds herself that he's miles away, and there's no turning back now."
