---3 weeks later---
I sat in my apartment, staring at the now empty walls. I was joing the Crafting Squad, and moving closer to the group. I was going to miss this place. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out, turning back only to let the tears start falling. I was leaving behind the first proof that I was a real woman. A 'big girl'. Now, I have to leave that behind. But that didn't matter now. My mind was on one thing.
FOOD
I walked down the stairs and put my suitcase in the back of an old car that I had bought. I decided to walk to a nearby cafe instead of driving somewhere. I started the familiar trek to the diner. My mind was running in a million different directions at once. But one name stuck in my mind. Ian. I hadn't seen him since that moment at the hotel. I couldn't think about that name without my heart melting. I had felt something when we looked at each other. But I can't do anything about it. A Youtuber, in love with a mess. Yeah, what a couple.
I finally reached the diner, and opened the door. A small bell ran, and a teen waitress looked up from her task, which was washing the dishes. She dried her hands as I stood by the door. After a minute, she came out and walked me to a seat. We had become somewhat of friends in the short time we had talked, but we knew each other to say the least. I ordered my usual, just eggs and a piece of toast. As the girl walked off, I looked around the small building.
I was mostly alone, just a man with a newspaper in his face and a pair of mother and child. The mom was sipping a cup of coffee, but the boy was watching a video on his Ipad. We were inly a seat apart, so I listened in, since I was bored and running out of ideas.
What came next shocked me. That voice. I know it. It was Ian.
Oh, the irony.
A tear welled up in my eye, but I hid behind my blonde hair and wiped it away before it fell. Why are you plastered through my life Ian? Why can't I seem to stop hearing your name in my ears? I hold my head in my hands as the waitress brought my eggs. I thanked her and picked at the plate. But my mind was in other places.
I ate my breakfest quickly, trying to ignore the child's videos. I left my tip on the table, paid for my meal, and quickly walked out. It was starting to drizzle as I walked the mile or so back to my car. I kept my head down, forcing myself to keep the tears in. When my building came into view, I sprinted to my car. I slammed the door shut, unable to hold back the tears.
Why is it so hard trying to forget?
I'm happy with myself. I updated. Yay! I'll try and update this story more often, so expect some more chapters soon! Also, if you haven't already, check out my new story "Known and Long Forgotten" for a Minecraft story like no other.
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