Emilie Azule

What to do when your life ends

     The rose- colored tabletop seems to splinter and crack under the weight of my coffee mug. The phone falls from my grasp and hits the floor with a crack. I swear. It has cracked down the middle, parts of the screen falling off. I pick it up. 

And scream. 

I scream and scream and scream and scream. I loose track of the time, sitting there on the floor. My phone lights up, only half the screen. Someone is calling. Not that it matters. The screen is broken, nothing works. 

My door cracks open. "Ms. Azule?" i look up, tears falling down my face. "Hey. Wake up." Someone blocks out the light. I see eyes, beautiful blue eyes halfway covered by spectacles. Not glasses, spectacles, gold framed and rounded. Strong arms lift me up, onto my chair again. I look up. The landlady, Mrs. Smithy, is standing over me. Standing behind her is a young man, Blonde hair and a tie- dye jacket. "Are you okay?" He asks me. I blink. "I'm Armen. I just moved in next door, and i heard you scream so I rushed over." Mrs. Smithy nods, confirming Armen's story. "Th-thank you." I stutter. "You're welcome. Here." He hands me my coffee mug, full of creamy mocha. I take a sip. It's perfect. Perfectly mixed, with a hint of caramel. "Ms. Azule, you are alright?" Smithy says. I nod again. She leaves. He stays. "You sure you okay?" He asks. "Yeah." I say. "The coffee good?" Armen seems... awkward. Socially awkward. Like me. "Perfect. How'd you make it?" I look at him over the rim of my cup. 

     What am i doing?

I'm not the flirty type. I'm really not. But... Why do I feel like.... 

     "Well. Um. I should go." He stutters. I nod shakily. "I... Ah, I live right next door. Just moved in." He says. "You... you can come over anytime you want to." 

Armen makes his exit.