Not Remembering in The Morning

Koada James

POV: Koada James

You walk into the same old diner. There are a few people here, not many. You take off your rain drenched coat and hang it up on the coat rack, then you make your way to the end of the diner and sit in a booth. It was a long week for you. Your girlfriend left you, and kicked you out of your own house. How dare she... it was your house, your beautiful house. Now you are staying in a stupid motel. Whatever, you didn't even like her that much... Okay who are you kidding, you absolutely loved her, adored her. You loved her beautiful blue eyes and blond hair, and the way her name rolled off your tongue. Amelia. You think about how much you miss her, and a tear rolls down your cheek. You are so caught up in your thought that you didn't even see the waitress walk up to you. You wipe the tears away and clear your throat. "Heh, sorry... Uh, I'll have a coffee, black and no cream..."

"Alright, will that be all?" She says with a warm and caring voice. "Yeah, yeah. That will be all, thanks..." and then she was gone. You have to get out of this mood, it is tearing you apart.

You hear the bell of the diner's door chime and you see someone with their hood up and a guitar case on their back, walk into the diner. This person pulls their hood down and you realize that this is a woman. A beautiful woman. She has black hair and tan skin. She scans the diner with her eyes and your heart skips a beat when her eyes land on you. Sadly they just keep going around. She shakes the water off then walks up to the front counter and calls for one of the employees. Right as soon as one walks up to help her, the waitress who you ordered from steps into your line of view. "Here is your coffee sir!" she says handing you your coffee. "Thanks, uh," you try and read her name tag, "Sage."

"No problem hun. Hey, did you hear about the new performer we have here? She is supposed to be really good!" You guess that she is referring to that woman you saw with the guitar case and that made your heart skip a beat. "Uh, yeah I did. You wouldn't happen to know her name would you?" You ask as you take a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I think it's Kimberly Ann," she says. Kinberly. That is a perfect name for a perfect girl. "Thanks Sage, I look forward to hearing her play." You say hinting that she should leave. "No problem, uh, I just realized, I don't know your name," She says as you take another sip of your coffee. "Yeah, sorry. My name Koada James," you tell her. "Well, Koada James, you are in for a show."

Kimberly takes a seat in the front of the diner so that everyone can see her. One of the waitresses sets up a mike stand for her, and she adjusts it to her short, little height. "Hello, my name is Kimberly Ann and I will be your entertainment this morning." she pauses then strums her guitar. You immediately recognize the song she is playing. Viva la Vida, by Coldplay. You hum to the words as she sings. She has the voice of an angel, and you are just blown away by her. She has stunning beauty, a beautiful voice, wow what you wouldn't give to make her yours.

Before you know it, the song is over and everyone is clapping. She clears her voice, "Thank you," she says as she starts to play another song on her guitar. You know the song but you can't quite put your finger on the name, and by the chores you recognize the sad tune. It is the song, Fix you, by Coldplay. When she sings the lyrics, you see pain in her face. This song has meaning to her, and a strong one at that. Her eyes meet your again, but this time, they stay put. The pain lamenting from her face is so strong your eyes start to water up, and you begin to cry. Her song slowly comes to an end, and everyone claps again. You give Kimberly a standing ovation, and she mouths the word "Thank you," and then puts her guitar back into the case. You take a drink of your coffee and Kimberly goes and sits at one of the tables and pulls out a book. You call over your waitress and ask for your bill. You pay for you coffee and sit in the booth reading the newspaper.

5 minutes pass by and Kimberly starts to put her book down and puts it in her satchel. She stands up and thanks the waitresses and heads to leave. You decide to follow her. She jumps into an old, red, beat up, pick up truck, while you jump on you pitiful little bike. Kimberly drives off into the dark muggy day and you are right behind her. Luckily, she pulls into the parking lot of the motel you are staying at! She walks in to the front gate and pays for a room, then she heads off to room 157. You sit in the rain watching her enter her room, then when a few minutes pass by, you walk up to her room and knock. You hear something bump and bang from inside the room. Soon Kimberly opens the door and greets you. "What the hell do you want fuckass?" You are taken by the foul language, because you think 'How could something so sweet use such terrible language?' You clear your throat, "Hello, my name is Koa-"

"HEY! I know who you are! You are that creepy ass stalker from the diner!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah! I seen you checking me out and fucking staring at me the whole god forsaken time!" Wow. She's kinda a loose cannon. "Well, for one, I was not "staring" at you, I was simply admiring your talent. Secondly, I am not a creepy stalker. I live here."

"Oh really? I have a hard time believing that. Mostly because this is a seriously shitty motel, and two... You don't look like a fucking bum." you look at her with surprise. You aren't getting anywhere with her. "Well, sorry for wasting your time miss. I just wanted to tell you that you did a fantastic job, and you are very beautiful," and with that you walk away, heartbroken.

((To be continued...))