Chapter 4
The black coffee that seems to always be in my system reminds me of all the bitter parts of this world. I see him with the girl I saw the after the first time he skipped out on our tea. He seems to be happy. I should be happy for him, but I can’t get the feeling of betrayal out of me. I have no trust in other, but I guess that’s a good thing. It means I will never get hurt again. I don’t see a problem with not having friends. It gives me more time to focus on my studies and not get distracted.
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Tea at Midnight
Short Story"it wasn't until I poured the second cup that I realized I was alone."
