Prompt: "Her coffee was getting cold waiting for him to come back."
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Carley loved the smell of coffee. It was intoxicating. It brought back memories. Sometimes, she would close her eyes and just breathe in the wonderful smell, taking a trip down memory lane.
She had memories about him. In the morning, they would always have a cup together, sitting at the table and doing the crossword. She remembered these times because she loved coffee, but she also loved him.
She would tear up at her own thoughts, but she would quickly wipe them away. It wasn't healthy to have these thoughts about him. They broke up. He was gone. But that didn't mean that she liked it. She hated mornings without him. She didn't even bother doing the stupid crossword puzzle anymore. It meant nothing.
She hated afternoons without him. She could barely even sit in front of TV with her lunch without her thoughts drifting to him somehow. They would always eat lunch side by side, so it just didn't feel the same without him.
She hated nights without him. She could barely sleep without him beside her in the bed. The bed was too cold. Sometimes, she would find herself reaching for his warmth but finding only the coldness of the sheets.
She hated missing him. It was what was dragging her down in life. She would often just sit for hours and think about what she had, wondering if it was all just a dream. She knew it all wasn't though.
She should've known that it was all too good to be true. They had the perfect relationship. But Carley knew that all good things had to come to an end. Nothing lasted forever. But why couldn't love be an exception to the rule? Did everything really have to end?
By the time she would snap out of these thoughts, her coffee would be ice cold. Her coffee was getting cold because she was waiting for Lee Everett to come back. She wanted to swing open the door and see him standing there. She could forgive him for everything. She wanted him back. But she knew, deep down, that he wasn't.
