Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop |Joji|

Chapter 12: Guilty?

February 14, 2013
I woke up today feeling like I should surprise George with a romantic dinner for when he came to visit. Firstly, I cleaned every inch of my apartment. From the white walls to the creamy colored floor. I took a long, bubbly bath while smoking a cigarette and listening to Gorillaz. Afterwards, I went to my workplace to get some cheap wine and a new pack of Marlboro. Now, I've come back and started cooking dinner. As the water boiled, I went to check if I had any candles for tonight. Luckily, I found two long white ones in the kitchen drawer next to the fridge. I'd brought it many months ago hoping that I'd use them one day for something like this. Or perhaps a blackout? Whichever came first.

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I have almost everything ready for tonight's dinner. It was 5:36 in the afternoon already. I spent most of the day cooking, just how I like it. I even baked chocolate chip cookies because they're his favorite. After a few minutes, I turned the stove off and went to my closet.

"A dress or jeans?" I spoke to myself while searching through the clothes. I decided that a black dress was good enough. It was nothing out of this world. A black, short, and strapless dress. Then, I searched for my favorite high heels. Even if I was going to stay here, I still love giving a good impression. Especially on days like this. Suddenly, I received a text from George,

"Be there very soon. I love you. <3" I got excited, for it was the first time I would spend Valentine's Day with my significant other.

As I was changing into the dress, someone knocked on the front door. "George!" I think to myself. I ran towards the door and opened it excitedly. "Baby, I-" I stopped talking once I realized it wasn't George. A green-eyed beast dressed in a tuxedo stood in front of me. John... John Klein.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sarah." He spoke as he handed me the box of chocolates with a devilish grin. I was shocked, scared at his presence.

"How did you know I lived here?" I asked nervously, holding the door firmly in case I'd have to slam it.

"I was driving around this street when I saw you enter this building. So I asked in front for your apartment number and here I am. May I come in? Smells delightful in there." I shook my head and pushed him out. Of course, that got him furious. He pushed me so hard that I landed a little far from the door. John laughed while putting the box on the nearest table. He closed the door and grabbed me by the waist; taking me towards the sofa.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted while trying to push him off. He held my hands over my head as he kissed and licked every inch of my neck.

"You taste so good." He kissed me roughly on the lips, still holding me down with all his strength. He let go of my hands, giving me the opportunity to hit him on the back many times. However, it didn't do anything to him. I started pulling on his hair roughly as he kept kissing me.

Suddenly, the door opened and all that was heard was loud gasp.

"S-Sarah?" George said while staring at us.

"No, Joji, it's not what it looks like." Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, George." John said, mocking my answer. Joji dropped the bouquet of flowers and started crying.

"How could you?" He shouted at me as he walked towards John. He tried to punch him but his sobbing made him weak, giving John a chance to push him away from his direction.

"Well I have to go, sweetie. Thanks for today!" John exclaimed while walking out the door.

He was laying on the floor, fetus position, sobbing. "George, I swear it-" I tried to lay my hand on his shoulder but he pushed it away.

"I trusted you! I... I fucking loved you!" He got up and started walking towards the door.

"Please, let me explain what happened!" I shouted while trying to stop him from leaving. "George!" He stopped and looked at me for what felt like the last time.

"Don't ever talk to me again." He whispered and slammed the door, leaving the flowers on the floor.

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I don't know how much time has passed. I've been laying on the floor, crying, for what felt like an eternity. I lost him. I lost the only thing that was keeping me happy, alive and well. I lost George. The food was cold, candles untouched, and my dress dirty.

You really don't know how much you love something until you lose it. Even worse when it's because of a misunderstanding. And that's what happened, George just didn't let me speak. So now, in his eyes, I'll forever be portrayed as the girl from Brooklyn who broke his heart.