cold coffee; clifford

black coffee

michael didn't show up last saturday.

i must say,

i was quite disappointed when he didn't walk through the front door.

he's the only thing i really look forward to nowadays.

he's not one of those dumb jocks who keep showing up,

trying to hit on me or some shit.

he's quiet and complex,

and i like it somehow—it's different.

before michael, though,

theatre school used to be the only thing that made me happy.

but my parents didn't like me pursuing a dream that would never come true.

so, they made me drop out

and start working at this stupid coffee shop.

they said it would be more practical and secure,

compared to being a "wannabe broadway star" as they put it.

sometimes i wish i didn't listen to them;

maybe i'd be happier being blinded by false hope.

maybe i wouldn't be so cold towards everyone i meet.

maybe i wouldn't be stuck drinking black coffee because it reminds me too much of myself—bitter.

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A/N: Michael, where'd you go? You get to learn a little bit more about the main female character. Her name has not been revealed yet, that will come soon though. Leave me feedback about my story, it helps motivate me to update more!