Fatigué ➳ jjk+kth

iv

So cry, please dry my eyes
- Stigma

it's raining.

i'm glad.

the droplets of clear hide my tears, the salty liquid trickling down my cheeks, prying at my lips.

my clothes cling at my skin, cold seeping into my bones.

i'm waiting for you.

it's been two hours and i'm still here, outside the cafe just like you asked.

i'm worried that if fall to the temptation of the warm glow of the cafe, you will miss my familiar silhouette yearning your arrival.

i can't feel my fingertips, numb to the world as the minute hands ticks away.

my lips are a faint blue, pale reflection peering at me through the foggy window of the tiny bookshop across the street.

i try and ignore the sympathetic looks from the owner of the cafe, her offers of free coffee and warmth in the cover of the howling storm brushed away politely.

i never lose hope though, even when my mind begs for me to come to my senses, heart heavy with misery.

you'll come.

i know you will.

i love you and you love me.

isn't that enough?

it's half past eleven when i receive your text.

you're not coming.