In the comfort of my old bedroom, I buried myself under my comforter, enjoying the soft bliss of quietness outside. It was late and I was still awake. Lost and carried in my thoughts, I drew tiny circles with the tip of my index finger on the wall, thinking about everything that has happened in one week.
One week was all it took to toss my world upside down.
One week and a very insufferable man who was hot and cold in a matter of seconds. When he was hot, he was the missing piece in my life. When he was cold, he was like any other stranger on the street.
I thought back to every minute of our interactions. The way he looked at me, our brief conversations, and the feeling of completely losing control when I was near him. When I was with him, my life seemed to be bearable. I forgot about the things I weren't but remembered who I was.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried holding it in but nothing could stop the soft sob from slipping through my mouth. I covered my mouth with my hand, hushing my cries so my parents couldn't hear me from next door.
All at once, everything seemed to be collapsing on top of me, my head spinning from negative thoughts. I was never going to get a job I wanted. I was never going to be the career woman I always wanted to be. I was a failure. I was useless. I cried harder, using my sheets to wipe my face. My heart ached for everything I never accomplished.
My heart ached for the one person who never felt the same way I felt about them.
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A Little Bit of Sugar
ChickLitDesperate for a job, Molly Right pleads for a position as a barista at a local cafe with hopes of not being the failure she believes herself to be. The only problem? She has a week to prove to the owner and her new boss that she has what it takes...
