catch a dream ; setosolace

day nine

to the boy with blue eyes,

i look completely terrible but i came to the cafe anyway. i think you noticed that i've been crying. the puffy red eyelids, the dark circles, the dry skin, the chapped lips. everything about me screams upset, and yet here i am, just waiting in line like a complete idiot.

i know i look terrible. my hair is slightly combed but still messy. i just threw on a purple hoodie and black, ripped skinny jeans that were on the floor. i'm even wearing my sister's black uggs without any socks on. my feet are sweating and it's like a sauna.

they hand me a pumpkin spice latte, and for once i order some food with it: a puff pastry filled with jelly. i sit down in my usual spot, the window closest to the door, and take out my phone to scroll through tumblr. i don't know why, but you decide to stand up and sit across from me without saying a single word.

thanks for doing that, though.

sincerely,
- seto