(A/n there is a lot if food in this story I'm hungry)
Murphy ordered the same thing that he always did; a chocolate milkshake and a chicken sandwich. He sat in the same booth he and Bellamy used to be seated in every single time they went here. The waitress remembered Murphy from all the times they'd been there so she sat down and talked to him for a while. He liked her, she would always converse with them and help them make decisions like what colour they should paint their walls in their apartment.
"What's up, Murphy? Long time no see." She greeted him.
"Been busy." He simply replied.
"Just busy? Is that all I get? Something must have happened, you and Bellamy used to come here all the time. Did you guys break up or something?"
Murphy realised he'd never told Alice, the waitress, what happened to Bellamy. Anger grew inside of him, why did everyone remind him of it all all of a sudden?!
"Well, Alice, the reason why we don't come here anymore is that Bellamy is dead and I tried to kill myself because I can't fucking live without him. I was in a coma for like two months or something. So forgive me, if a milkshake wasn't my first priority." He spit his words out. He really didn't understand where all of this anger came from, it wasn't even her fault.
"Murphy, what are you talking about? Bellamy isn't dead. Why the fuck would you say that?" Alice looked genuinly confused, which made Murphy's anger boil. How did she dare to say that?! He knew what he did, he even payed for the gravestone!
"He's dead, Alice! For fuck's sake, I killed him!"
"Murphy, Bellamy is alive! He came here yesterday looking for you!"
Murphy went silent.
A filler?? Idk
Heyyo, I need help this isn't leading anywhereeeeeeeeeeeeee.
