Unpredicted

I never thought I'd see those words.

Nothing else matters now. I don’t even know when I left the coffee shop. I’m gone now. Running. Just running. To where? I don’t even know myself. It feels like I've ran for hours, tears streaming down. I find myself sitting on a park bench trying to process everything. I stare around the park, with a blur. It seems like the trees are staring at me, showing me some sympathy like it has seen many sat here and cry.