Bitter coffee

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Glancing at my phone for the hundredth time

A wave of disappointment washed over me

As I noticed that I had 0 messages in my inbox

And 0 phone calls.

Letting out a deep sigh

I made my way across the silent apartment,

My feet dragging on the wooden floor.

Where is he?

Is the only thought that circled in mind

While I waited for the coffee to brew.

-

As I took the steaming hot cup into my hands

My reflection looked back at me sadly

-

I don't even like dark roast coffee.

"Darling, what coffee would you like?"

"Dark roast."

"That's so bitter though"

"Perfect."

"You're so boring~"

"You alone are enough to be interesting for the both of us."

-

Sipping the bitter coffee

I paced around the apartment,

Not knowing what to do with myself.

No one to talk to

No one to bother

No one to tell me off

I never thought that

Being by myself could be so...

Lonely.

-

Making my way towards the piano

My eyes landed on a picture

That stood on top of it.

Oh

It's a picture of us

I remember how much it took to take that.

-

"Illu, smile for a picture!"

"I will rip your arms off if you take a picture."

"But we have no photos together :("

"And let's keep it that way."

Click

"Aww you look so adorable in it, your nose is scrunched like when you're angry!"

"I'll give you a 5 second head start."

-

A tiny smile painted itself onto my face

As I set the photo down

And put my hands on the piano keys.

Letting my fingers dance like spiders,

I hummed along

-

The song he always fell asleep to.

"Would you like me to play you a song?"

"You can play the piano?"

"Why of course~"

"Surprising."

"I'm a man of many talents~"

"I guess one song would be alright."

-

As I got to the finish of the piece

I couldn't bring myself to press the last set of keys.

Getting up

I made my way to the bathroom.

The silence in the apartment irritating me.

-

Looking at myself in the mirror

I looked the same

Yet

The glisten in my eyes

Seemed to have vanished.

-

"Haha, I can't even see your eyes in the dark~"

"Maybe because my eyes are colorless."

"That's not true!"

"They're pitch black."

"They still glow in the light~"

"You're so strange."

-

I don't feel like styling my hair

Or doing my makeup

Or going out.

I just wanna stay home

And get a phone call

Or at least a text

From my dear Illumi.

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