katy | l.h

two

"Katy, you're going to be late for work," my aunt shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

I groaned irritably, before dragging myself out of bed. I don't mind my job at all, I just hate getting out of bed. I work at the local library, it's a nice place to work at - especially if you adore the quietness of your surroundings. But I guess the fact that I'm surrounded by hundreds of books is even better. I love reading other people's work, it inspires me to write, and by writing I have a release.

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I managed to leave work early today, as Malerie - the library owner - had to close up early to get to an appointment.

So with that, I made my way to Leah's Coffee House which is where I spend about 80% of my time.

"Afternoon, Katy," Leah smiled. I nodded before ordering my usual.

I walked over to my usual table, and found Luke sitting opposite my seat. As I approached, Luke looked up and smirked at me. I sighed before sitting down, placing my notebook and pen in front of me. Instantly, Luke tried taking it but I reacted quick and pulled it away from him.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked in a high pitched voice. No one has ever read my work, and I plan on keeping it that way.

"Sorry, I was just, very intrigued." He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Just don't do that again," I sighed. "Anyway, why are you sitting here? Something wrong with your usual seat?" I asked, motioning my head to the table behind me.

"I wanted to ask you something," a smirk played on his lips. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness.

"Knock yourself out, plumhead." I chuckled. He looked at me, confusion laced in his features.

"Plumhead?" He asked, and I nodded. He shook his head before taking a breath and continuing, "anyway, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come out with me later?" He bit his lip nervously - something that I had never seen him do.

"Like, a date?"

"Sure," he shrugged, as he played with his lipring.

"I don't know," I sighed. I had never even thought about going on a date with Luke before. To me, he has always been that annoying, confident little shit, who constantly likes to irritate me. He would always try talking to me and asking me the most random questions, even after I tell him to leave me alone.

And then something clicked.

"You like me, don't you?" I asked with shock.

"Well, yeah I mean I have no reason to hate you, so --"

"No," I interrupted, "I mean, you like me" I stated. He nodded before looking down at his hands.

"I do, okay? I have for so long, but I had this horrible gut feeling that you'd turn me down. It has been eating me alive, so I thought why not ask you to go out? But if you say no, then I completely understand." He looked up, locking his eyes with mine. His face had turned a bright red by this point.

Mr. Confident isn't so confident after all, I joked to myself.

"Pick me up at 6," I smiled. It wasn't out of pity at all, I know that Luke is a nice guy, so one date won't hurt.

"See you later, then," he beamed before standing up. I nodded anxiously and he quickly left.

"I always knew this would happen," a female voice spoke from the side of me, it startled me for a moment. I looked up and saw that it was Leah. She chuckled before placing my order on the table.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You and Luke," she begun, "he's a great guy, lovely actually, and has a good heart. From the moment you both walked in and continued with your exact routine here for two years, and the way he looked at you, showed that something was going to happen. I knew he was too nervous to approach you in this way, but today he proved wrong." She smiled before walking away, leaving me with my thoughts.

After finishing my brownie, I pulled the lid off of my pen before turning to the next blank page.

the last time we spoke,
i didn't expect it to be our last,
i didn't expect you to
get up and leave,
then never come back.
you took a piece of me with you,
a piece that may never get replaced,
and now i'm scared,
scared of getting hurt again.
and now i'm waiting, hoping,
longing for your touch,
because they say that
the easiest way to kill someone,
is to hold their hand close to your heart,
then never touch their skin
again,
and that's exactly what you did.
you've killed a part of me,
which may never live again