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Writing Prompt

This is inspired by a writing prompt I found on Pinterest. Its still a work in progress and I plan to make it a book of some sort. Someone just like, Buy me the motivation to do so and I'll get started. XD

Hope you enjoy.

-Eve

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His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" His harsh words interrupted my moment of peace. I had been sitting in the café for a good hour now. My laptop open, and textbooks and papers strewn about the small booth table. My order of an iced coffee and a small salad.

The quick sting in my ears from my headphones being ripped out caught my attention before his dark gaze.

The young man looked familiar, I must say, I couldnt put a name to a face. And as I remained silent, his eyes seemed to show sadness while his face contorted in hurt and anger. He was wearing one of the barista outfits, he was even the one who took my order. But I never got his name, he didnt wear a nametag, and I still had zero clue who the hell this guy is.

His caramel complexion absorbed the evening sun, making him seem like he was glowing. His cocoa eyes stared deep into my soul still, freezing me from my paper I was working on moments ago for my English lit. class.

I finally started to unfreeze, and my voice found its function again as I spoke.

"No, Im sorry...I...I really dont." I replied slowly. I glanced around the café, hoping someone would see this and come to my aid. But no one even spared a glance my direction. A booth right next to the window wasnt getting a glance. I found that bizarre.

Every day,I came to this cyber café work on homework and projects because my roommate seems to feel the need to blast her music all the time, and I cant concentrate. So I came here, and I always sit in the booth by the window, and all the time people would be looking in my general direction to look out the window and comment on the sunset. I never bothered anymore, and no one bothered me. (Except for the occasional group of douchbag guys asking me to go to a party with them to hook up)

But now here I am in this predicament, and the one time I want someone to look at me, no one is looking. Its like they dont even know whats happening.

My thoughts were ripped from my attention as the young man in front of me sighed heavily, his whole demeanor relaxing, as if he were calming himself down to continue this conversation.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked. He looked at me expectantly, wanting an answer that I thought I just said.

"Yes, I am fucking serious. Now, either tell me who you are or go away," I replied. The man looked at me, baffled that I seemed to be direct. His surprise was short lived as I started packing my things together. I slammed my books closed and put my papers in my accordion folder. Carefully closing my laptop I put it and everything else in my bag. I stood when he seemed to quickly stop me from leaving. Standing in my way, holding his hands in front of his chest as if to brace for my resistance.

"What" I snapped. He became defensive, raising both his hands in surrender. "Either move out of my way, or I scream" I threatened. The boy seemed to get smug.

"Do it. I fucking dare you" He challenged.

"Pervert!" I yelled loud enough and slapped him straight across the face. That brought the attention of the whole café, even the workers in the back came out to see what was going on. The boy in front of me started looking more familiar with a red handprint on his face from the sting of my slap.

The manager ran out and took the boys wrist.

"Maxson, what the hell are you doing?" He whisper-yelled. Maxson? That's what his name is? That's when it finally clicked. The manager apologizing to me took more of my attention that the gears turning in my head about who the hell this kid in front of me is.

"Please, come back and the next three coffee orders you get will be on the house" The manager offered. I stopped him quickly.

"Im a modest woman-"

"Yeah right" Maxon breathed. The manager tightened his grip on Maxons arm.

"Show the lady some respect" The manager seethed. I sighed and glared at Maxon. He glared back as it if were a child's staring competition.

"Anyway, You dont need to do that for me. I insist" The manager went to argue when I walked around the both of them and out of the café.

I walked out on the cool autumn breeze brushed my black hair into my face a little as I scanned the sidewalks and road. After everything that happened, I would usually forget a stupid scuffle like the one in the café; But something was poking me in the back of my mind, making me think in depth about what happened.

"Maxon...out of all the troubled lost ones, I find him" I muttered to myself. Maxson went Missing four years ago. He is my...was...my boyfriend of two and a half years before he suddenly vanished into thin air. Like it was nothing.

To say I was upset at the time would be a complete offence to me and an understatement. I was broken. Maxon was everything to me, my rock, my best friend, my lover, my boyfriend. A girls total dream.

It took everything in me to finally move on after another two and a half years. I was thrown into a dark abyss of insanity, depression, and anxiety that I hadn't left the house for two months until my dad dragged me out of the house and forced me to go back to school. I hated the looks of pity I got. Everyone sharing their condolences and it's a tragedy what happened phrases over and over like a broken record.

After another 4 months I was still treated like a child who was kidnapped and held hostage for five years. Everyone was on broken eggshells around me. My friends soon either ditched me, ghosted me, or just flat out ignored me after they realized I wasnt going to be the same after what had happened.

I moved on, changed schools, moved to a new town with my dad, and forgot everything that happened.

But now, four years later, Maxson pops back into my life. It feels like an old wound was opened by a sharp knife dipped in salt water.

Taking a breath before my thoughts wandered too far for me to follow, I crossed the street when I had the chance and took the short 5 minute trek to my dorm house.

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What do you guys think? Should I continue?? Let me know.