She had come here, to this café, at the exact same time ever since she moved to the lonely town of Clover Springs. Each day looking more worn and crumpled then the day before, everyday her face became sad and lonelier. At twelve o'clock on the dot she would arrive, sitting down at a two-seater table right next to the window, just waiting. Never finishing the coffee she would order when she arrives, just staring into its depths. Only ever looking up when the door jingles, hope flittering onto her face for just a moment, before disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
Eliza Harrington her name was, her lover and best friend had gone to war several years prior, with the promise of meeting her at this exact café that they had met at. "12 O'clock," he said, with the twinkle in his eye, like a tiny star glittering in a sea of darkness.
"At our favourite café, at the table next to the window, at the end of the war, I will be there, no matter what, my love." Taking her hand to his lips, a sad smile upon his face. The famous army hat covering his brow, mimicking the smirk that usually imprinted upon his face, which was missing today. It was the last time she saw him, his last words before disappearing onto the plane.
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12 o'clock, At Our Favourite Café
RomanceShe had come here, to this café, at the exact same time ever since she moved to the lonely town of Clover Springs. Each day looking more worn and crumpled than the day before, every day her face became sad and lonelier. At twelve o'clock on the dot...
