Coffee and Cigarettes

Coffee and Cigarettes

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His eyes were, at one time, a stunning blue. Now they were dull and dead. He moved slow and was kinda wierd. Of course, the seat next to me was the only empty one. Fabulous! I asked to be seated alone due to the fact I dont like human interaction. At all.
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Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry. "They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood. "This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived." He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth. "I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.

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