Lovers

Prologue

"So where do we start?"

"I guess how we ended."

"We know damn well how we ended."

"And how is that Miss. Priss?" Of course he would use my old nickname to get under my skin, he always had a knack for that. I can tell by his smile that this is a dangerous field we are playing, and I'm not sure if I want to go down this path of destruction.

"Don't play that game with me, Dennings." I sit back in my chair and look around the coffeehouse. Deja vu is playing in my head, and the thought of us here at a coffee shop before everything went to shit sends a chill down my spine.

"It's an honest question." He says nonchalantly. "How did things end?"

I lean forward in my seat, my arms crossing and my eyes trying to read his covered ones to see if he's joking. I scoff, "Well isn't it obvious, you broke my heart."