Suitcase

Andrew

"Are you ok? I see you everyday and you just look lost."

Oh great a week after killing my ex and I already look like a homeless charity case.

"I'm fine," I said standing fixing my jacket around me. This New York weather was no joke in the fall. I couldn't just sit there. It's too cold for that and clearly sitting down in my state made me look like I needed some sort of hand out. That was the last thing I needed.

"I could buy you some coffee if you want...you look cold and that jacket isn't fit for this weather. I could clearly tell that your not fine."

He was right this weather was straight up disrespectful to my jacket. That's besides the point who did he think he was acting like he had me all figured out? I didn't need him or his coffee! Bastard! I just continued to walk away. I don't need this bruh I just killed a man!

"Just let me buy you a damn coffee!"

That was enough to make me turn around and send a cold glare at him. I marched right up to him not breaking that glare once. Neck rolling and finger wagging.

"Why?"

It was that question that got him to buy me that coffee and that question that led him to be my next victim. I wasn't trying to move on from Jason so fast but I guess if you never really loved someone it's easy to leave them in the past. Besides I really thought Andrew would be different. Man was I wronger then wrong.

Everything was so nice. Nothing like Jason. He gave me false true love ur he hid it so well. His fake love was wrapped in pretty dollar bills and gold bows with pink diamonds and silver Rolex. Needless to say his fake love was 100x better than anything Jason could have given me.