The young woman sat quietly in the coffee shop, twirling her fingers around a strand of her ash-colored hair. No doubt she was bored. She sat uncomfortably in the cold, metal chair, and groaned at the lack of a pillow. Usually, she would sit opposite of this seat, but of course, someone had decided to take her place today.
She laid her head down on the table, wrapping her arms around her chest. Nervousness pulsed in her stomach, and her arms were slightly shaking. She'd had a plan when she entered the small, homey building and placed an order, but the plan didn't seem so smart anymore. She was doubtful of the outcome.
Her thoughts were torn away from her as her name was called, and she lazily carried herself to the counter top, grabbing a steaming cup of coffee, burning her hands.
"Shit." She muttered, and wrapped her fingers in her light gray blouse. Pain is unavoidable, she thought. Get used to it. The backpack at her feet vibrated, reminding her not to get too comfortable. The coffee cup was placed down onto a small wooden table, and the girl pulled her backpack over her shoulder. She was going to do what had to be done, and there wasn't much time left.
Tears rolled down her cheek, and she wiped them away in embarrassment. She couldn't feel emotions. It had to stop. No one can know, a voice murmured in her mind, and she nodded. She tossed the backpack onto a chair in the middle of the store, and briskly walked out of the store. Checking her watch, she was made aware that she had less than thirty seconds to get as far away from the store as possible.
The explosion knocked her off her feet, and she turned around to see the coffee shop was no longer there, only bodies amidst a large pile of rubble. She sobbed quietly. She fell to the ground as her ears rang loudly, and blood began to pool out of her body. She wasn't phased by the fact that she would be dead in minutes. Her life wasn't important.
She had done what had to be done.
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