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Cafe Confessions (Ziam)

I had always preferred the colder weather over the warmer weather. Something about freezing my ass off in the snow then smothering myself in blankets and downing hot cocoa made my body buzz with a strange kind of excitement. I admired the way my breath became visible when the temperature dropped below 30. And the footprints that appeared in the snow that way no one could deny your existence. In some ways winter was the warmest of months. Not in air temperature or physical heat, but in figurative spirit. In winter most families seemed more closer, moods seemed more cheerful as Christmas drew nearer. I guess you could find this type of spiritual uplifting in every season but the long months of winter are known for bringing smiles to everyone's faces. Even when they are in the most depressing state of mind.

And here i was walking along the sidewalk through the thick falling of snow. It was early December the thanksgiving turkeys had been fed to all the families and the windows of all the shops in town had started to display their array of Christmas decor. The hectic atmosphere of London was screaming from all directions. Car horns beeping impatiently. Adults' voices filled with stress as they yelled through the phone. And the overwhelming sounds of shoes stepping briskly along the concrete paths, all of them having a destination in mind. Though i did not have a reason for dragging myself through the suffocatingly thick throng of people, nor did i have a set place in mind as to where I would end up.

So I continued walking thoughtlessly until I came to an unoccupied bench that stood in front of a cute little cafe. I had no money with me so sitting inside the cafe with a steaming coffee in my hand would not be an option. I shivered as the coldness of the metal bench came in contact with the material of my jeans and seeped straight through them. I had only a light jacket to keep me warm and it wouldn't have bothered me that much if i had had a warm bed to crawl into after my walk through the city, but sadly I did not. As of right now i did not have much of anything; not a house, or money, or even a friend or family member to take me in.

You see, i was not a very popular guy and had no friends from high-school who could even remember my name if they saw me again. I had grown up living with my aunt, uncle and cousin, who all hated me, since my parents died when i was 7. And once i was 18 i was more or less thrown out of my house and i went to live with my boyfriend, Drew. We were pretty serious having been dating for about 5 years, but last night our love was tested, and cracked under the pressure. I am not currently working and Drew was the money maker of our relationship. He had a fine-paying job as co-manager of some company that supported and managed air travel and transportation. But last night he had told me that he had been fired 2 months ago and that we were both broke.

~{Last Night}~

"What is it, Drew? What's wrong?" I questioned the obviously upset man.

He shook his head and turned away from me as he shook his overcoat off and kicked away his polished work boots. And when he turned back around there were tears running down his cheeks.

I stared at him, mouth opened. I wanted to say something to comfort him but i didn't even know what was going on.

"We're broke Zayn!" Drew confessed loudly, collapsing onto the couch with his head bowed in defeat it was hard to watch my boyfriend's shoulders shake while he cried silently, and not knowing what to do, or what to say to make him stop.

"You're job is-"

"I DON'T HAVE A JOB ZAYN!" He yelled. "I was fired 2 months ago. I've been looking for a new job but no one will take me, and now we've used the rest of The money we had. I can't pay the bills, and I barely have enough for dinner tonight. We're broke."

Finally I was able to close my mouth and it was now pressed into a tight line. How could he leave me in the dark for two months as the money we had drained from our bank account until we didn't even have enough to feed ourselves.