"I would like a depresso,"
"What's that?"
" It's an espresso for depressed people."
OR
Where Draco finds himself more addicted to the cute barista than her coffee.
[post war]
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"WHAT?" DRACO ASKED looking confused. Everything seemed to be going fine, so why was she asking this?
"I mean what if we don't get through this? What if we were built to fall apart and then fall back together?" Camila asked back, her hands moving wildly in the air and her eyes still glittering with tears.
"Are you saying that we're not going to work out? I don't bloody get it," Draco asked harshly, his voice raising high. Camila stayed mute for a while, unable to look at him.
"I can't be with you anymore. Every single second I'm with you I can only remember that it was your aunt and you are one of them no matter what," Camila said, her voice meek and trembling. Draco looked away, his eyes glittering, hoping she didn't see his tears.
"So what do you want me to do, Camila, what should I do?" He asked, his voice soft and barely audible. Camila could hear his voice breaking in between, her heart feeling crushed by what she said after.
"Break up with me. I know you never asked me to be your be your girlfriend but please just let me go," Camila said, placing her hand on top of his. He flinched, pulling his hand away as if her hand was fire. "We're just going to keep hurting each other if we stay together," Camila said, trying to coax him into believing her words.
"You mean you're just going to keep hurting me," Draco said harshly, trunk so hard not to let her see how much she had hurt him. He stood up angrily. "We're over, if that's all you ever wanted. Was this all a joke to you? Play me until you're tired of me?" Draco asked, his mind trying to figure out why she did this.
Camila opened her mouth to reply when he cut her off. "Forget it, Camila. I should have listened to my mother and friends when they said you were just bad news," He voice deadly quiet, but still pierced her heart open. He left angrily, slamming the door loudly.
