He came back as expected, but this time he didn't sit in the corner.
As handed him his black coffee, I asked what he meant yesterday.
He told me to sit down.
He told me that he reads to escape reality, that's why he doesn't read about it.
I wanted to know what was so bad that he felt he hard to escape. I wanted to know what makes his eyes go dark when he got mad; what makes them glimmer when he is happy.
I want to know him.
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sorry I haven't updated in Cold Coffee in so long, I have been really busy. I will try my best to update more often!
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Cold Coffee
Teen FictionEvery morning most people around the world will begin their day with coffee. Some drink gourmet; others a cheap cup. That is why I love working at an old coffee shop. Although there's not an abundance of customers, it is my favorite place. Every p...
