Meet Me Where The Sky Touches The Sea

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"It's just you and I tonight. Why don't you figure my heart out?- The 1975

My heart jumped up and down- 40% got excited by the amazing colours that blossomed from every corner of the café and the other 60% just told myself to "shut up and sort yourself out".

The shop was brightly lit; several mini chandeliers hung down, illuminating on the intensely coloured walls. It would've made my head throb if it wasn't for the fact that the amount of sugar in the room was doing that already. I could even smell the sweetness as it entered my nostrils. The sound of spoons clattering on the table and people licking the cream off their fingers, radiated through my ears. The echoes mocked me by reminding myself of what I couldn't do.

Sugar was the Devil in this room. It was all around me.

The counter was made of glass and the display of cakes, muffins, cookies, chocolates and other types of bakes were seen through it. I felt the bile well up and reach my throat.

Calm down Ginny. It's for the kid. Not you.

Not that I had a chance to look properly anyway. Around me, huddles of children jumped up and down, springing onto their parents and squealing for a cake or a cookie.

I was one of them once- when mum was alive. Except the fact that I was a nice child and a patient one too. There weren't many sweet shops near our house in London but mum used to take me to the only dessert place on our street; Bernie's Bakes every Saturday afternoon. She would order a waffle, topped with cream and strawberries whilst she would kindly buy me my absolute favourite; a Knickerbocker Glory. Dad took me once too- it was the first time I didn't have my usual at that café. He said it was too much for a ten year old and I already wasn't healthy enough. That was the last time I ever ate there.

"It's over there". I almost forgot the little boy was there until a light pat against my hip bought me to my senses. He pointed to the ice-cream counter that was in the left corner from all of the other bakes. I gently gripped the part of his t-shirt above his shoulder- I didnt want him getting lost, and I made my way through the crowd of parents and children, trying my best not to push past them. I let my stomach go back to normal as we joined the queue.

There were only two workers behind the counter; a boy, who looked a few years younger than me. He kind of looked like one of them stereotypical surfers; with wavy blonde hair and tanned skin. Not to mention the electrifying blue eyes. The other worker was a girl who looked about the same age as myself. She was rather pretty. In fact, she was gorgeous- the type of gorgeous that every boy clung to and would do whatever to get her attention. Her long brown hair lay loosely over her shoulders (I don't know how she hadn't been fired seen as her hair should've been tied up) and the brilliant red wall behind them matched her lips. Of course, she had to have a perfect body; thin, tall but with a nicely shaped bum and the right sized boobs. Both of them wore the same t-shirt which read Café Covaci in the centre and my vision wasn't strong enough to see their names on the tag that was pinned just above the writing.

As we moved closer I heard a sniffle and I looked down to see the boy shuffle behind me.

"What flavour would you like?" I asked him and frowned at his response.

"Bubblegum."

Ugh. Why did kids love "bubblegum" these days? It's already disgusting on its own and it doesn't need to be made into something else that people happily eat with a spoon. It's just wrong.

As the thought crossed my mind, the memories melted from the scoop of pain that I thought I locked away. My mouth instantly opened in order to let the air take away the taste of bubblegum and vomit on my tounge.