You see, This was why she didn't believe in love. It always hurts. As one of you looks outside on the street clutching his coffee mug, the other looks at the diner, hand squeezed around her orange juice. Trying to squeeze away the pain. Sitting here might make it worse. But so might moving. It's like a brand new disease that doctors don't know how to treat so they just say be careful.
I'm sorry it's just with-
- It's okay I get it.
But it's never truly okay is it? No. It's not, but you put on your brave face and you walk it off. But that isn't always so easy. Especially when you're vulnerable and young. She feels a tear slip down her face and then 3 more tears fall down her face. Her lower lip trembles. The words echo around them.
She stares at the boy who betrayed her. The boy she had believed in and the boy who had believed in her. He stood there like a god who told her that his power wasn't real.
Are you okay?
-Of course i'm not
I'm sorry
- It's okay.
-It's okay. Lack of punctuation in some of these lines deliberate?
And the first few snowflakes of winter fall outside as she sits staring at the diner. The Waitress looks over but doesn't ask, she's seen this before. At least twice a month this happens. But this one looked bad. This one was quiet. The worst kind. mhmm
The girl was shaking. The orange juice trembling in her cup. She puts it down on the table quietly.
-Thanks
For what?
She'll never answer the question. Instead she'll walk outside. Trying to figure out what to do. She picks up her phone still shaking. Tears falling down her face. She doesn't make a sound. She doesn't have the strength. She puts her phone down, puts it in her pocket, and begins to walk. She walks down the street half kicking the pebbles lying on the sidewalk. Snowflakes start slowly falling down. They drift and fall on her face and her hair. Her eyes are red from the tears as her feet begin to crunch on the light layer of snow on the sidewalk.
The hurt is deep inside her. Trapped in her body. Hiding deep in her stomach. Stuck in her throat. Filling her with darkness and dread as she forced her way through the snow. Barely able to find the energy to keep moving and keep going. But she kept walking. And she would keep walking.
