I walk alone

-The Mysteries of Coffee Shops-

College was so much harder and time consuming than I'd expected. Maybe it was because I'd graduated over two years ago and forgotten most of this crap. Who really needs math? Or science? Not when your graduating with a degree in music.

Music had always been my passion. My one talent. I have been told that I can sing like a siren. I can lure men to me with my voice and have full control of them.

I love music, after all my passion for music was how I met Christian.

(Flashback)

"Mom, there's this coffee shop right by my school and they have open mic's every Thursday, I think I'm going to go okay?"

"Sure darling be back by eleven!"

I grabbed my black petticoat and tied the laces on my combat boots. I was going through a rebellious patch and was decked out in bright red lipstick and I was wearing British flag pants with a white shirt. I thought I looked quite fetch.

Getting my purse and yelling a quick goodbye to my mother I walked to the coffee shop named 'the black panther'. Creative, yes?

As I opened the door I inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee and cigarettes. Looking around at the vintage mismatched couches and bean bags I smiled. This was my place, the place I came to be myself. I looked around at the empty couches and sat down on a green velvet love-seat. The classic sounds of queen played through the speakers as my smile grew.

I ordered a caramel macchiato and waited for it to be my turn to sing. Sipping on the sweet drink I chuckled a little. The boy that was singing had soft black curls, he looked a year or two older than me and he looked so devoted to his song.

"Where do I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitter depths." He sang with so much passion.

I was so intrigued by how passionate he was, he sounded as if this was what he was so devoted to, this was his love. His life. He was just like me.

"I know how to save a life, how to save a life, how to save a life."

I noticed that It was my turn now. I got up nervously clutching my guitar and walked up to the stage sending a smile to the boy. He smile back at me and saluted me. I giggled and sat on the stool by the microphone.

"I painted your room at midnight, so I'd know yesterday was over. I put all your books on the top shelf, even the one with the four leaf clover. Man, I'm getting older. I took all your pictures off the wall and wrapped them in newspaper blankets. I haven't slept in what seems like a century, and now I can barely breathe."

I put my all into the lyrics of that song and strummed away at my guitar with so much joy and passion.

"Just like a crow chasing a butterfly, like dandelions in the summer sky. While you and I were getting high as outer space I never thought you'd split away."

I looked up to see the black haired boy looking right at me like he was staring at a million dollar piece of art. I locked eyes with him and gave him a smile as I continued to sing my soul out.

"I guess I was just a little too late."

Finishing off the song I got up and everyone clapped. I bowed dramatically and went back to my spot on the green couch. Grabbing my jacket and my coffee I got ready to leave.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm.

"That was beautiful." I was surprised to see a different boy who looked about my age smiling at me. His blond hair was styled skillfully to give it a messy look.

"Thank you." I replied kindly

"I'm Christian, by the way. I know this is kinda spur of the moment but can I have your number?"

I was twisted inside. I felt a strong pull towards that black haired musician but I didn't see any problem in giving him my number? What could it hurt, right?

"Um sure. I guess so."

I grabbed a pen and wrote down my number on the palm of his hand.

I felt a sudden feeling that someone was looking at me, as I looked I made eye contact with the attractive black haired teenage boy. He smiled slightly at me then walked out of the shop, I had lost my chance to talk to him but really would anything have happened if I had?

Not thinking much of it I turned back to Christian who promised he would call me before walking out of the door on my way home.

(End of flashback)

Ever since that night the black panther had been Christian and i's place. It was where we went on our first date. It was where he asked me to be his girlfriend. Sometimes I saw the black haired boy there and we exchanged smiles and nods.

I never talked to him but I found out his name was Alex. Every time I went to the black panther he was there sitting on his usual couch scribbling out song lyrics on napkins and ordering multiple coffees.

When Christian and I weren't very serious I'll admit I had a crush on the mysterious musician. We'd send each other looks and secretive smiles. But one day he stopped coming, I was never again to see him.

So I devoted myself to my relationship to Christian. Christian was sweet and funny so why didn't I feel as attached to him? I think it took a while for me to fall in love with Christian because a boy I'd never spoken to had stolen a little of my heart.

Crazy, huh?

As I sat in my bed thinking over all my memories of Christian that one kept appearing. The memory of meeting him. Never had I regretted falling in love with him.

I never regretted loving him. I just wish I had been honest with him in the beginning and told him I wasn't ready to be fully devoted to him. After all I was almost fifteen. I wasn't ready to be in a committed relationship but that what we ended up having.

He was my boyfriend for as long as I knew what a boyfriend was. Now I was single for the first time in a long, long time.

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"Hey Katlyn, you wanna go get a coffee with me?" My roommate Emily asked.

Emily and I had grown quite close over the past few weeks. She wasn't as scary as I had first thought. She was just an outspoken girl. She was nineteen and was majoring in the arts. She had starred in several plays and theatrical productions back in California and had always wanted to be on Broadway.

"Sure darling! I'll be ready in five." I replied swiftly

She grinned at me and threw a blue jellybean at me. It landed in my mouth and I chewed it as I shook my bum out at her.

She giggled and proceeded to launch jelly beans at me.

"Stop, stop! I need to get ready!" I yelped as a red one hit my forehead

Pulling on a light blue sweater and black leggings I brushed my long dyed bright red hair into a braid and shoved my feet into a pair of white vans.

"All ready darling!" I screamed at Emily

"Alrighty babes."

We hooked our arms together and skipped out the front door.

I'd never had any close girlfriends. I'd only ever needed Christian. So after a few late night sob sessions we bonded and I had never felt so close to a friend before. Of course I was still completely heartbroken over Christian but I had a whole different life now. He had died almost three months ago. I missed him but I was healing.

I know that time and ice cream heals all wounds.

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Hey guys! So I mentioned two songs in this?
•how to save a life by the fray
And
•the crow and the butterfly by shine down
So I am in love with these songs! Mostly the second one so look me up :)

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