ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴᴇ // 𝐦𝐠𝐜 - 𝐚𝐟𝐢

CIGARETTE 5

CIGARETTE 5

People talk. People talk bad things, good things. People talk about everything and they talk about nothing.

I hear them talking, I hear their voices. But I don't hear what they say. It's nothing of my concern.

The coffee shop is busy this saturday afternoon. All the tables are taken and the line is huge. I don't remember the last time I saw this place like this.

I'm sat on my usual seat, doing nothing at all but drinking my black coffee in peace. Sometimes I listen to music, not the case today.

I have a book in front of me, but i'm not giving it much attention.

Just me, the coffee and all the people around me as the soundtrack.

The weather is getting warmer, making the snow outside melt slowly. The spring starts in exact eighteen days, which is good. I love the transition from season to season.

It's astounding the way the world around change with the seasons. The way the scenario changes. When winter ends and spring starts you stop seeing white streets to start seeing more colorful things around you.

"Huh- hey." Someone clears their throat beside me, stopping my train of thoughts and I look up, finding the last person I expected to see. The purple-haired boy.

"Hey?" I frown, not understanding quite well why he's standing beside me.

"C-can I sit with you? All the other tables are taken."

I don't think about it too much, I never do when it's time to make decisions.

"Sure." I nod.

He gives me a thankful smile, placing his paper cup on the table and his backpack falling from his shoulder, landing on the floor beside his feet.

"I'm Michael, by the way." He says. His sketchbook already placed on the table beside his coffee along with his watercolor palette.

"Madi."

I look back to my book. My gaze moves up without my head moving and I watch him painting something, someone.

Even with all the noise around us, it's silence. You can hear it.

Silence speaks louder than every word. Interesting, don't you think?

Sometimes there are no need of words, but there are times that not even words are enough.

There are things that aren't explained by words. Some times words ruin everything. Words can change everything. Some times for better, others for worse.

There are times I battle with myself if I should talk or not. Because as words can be an answer and so does silence. People can misunderstand my words and also my lack of them.

What's the right answer then?

"Madi?" His voice is low and soft, brining back to the nightmare of reality.

I look away from my book, our gaze meeting. His eyes are so green and bright. So beautiful.

"Yeah?"