This story is a quick ode to sadness and paranoia. I wrote this story the night of my girlfriend's prom. I couldn't see her that night, and I wrote this story during a period of sadness that drifted over my spirit during that time. It's quite a very short story, but it's an exposition of my thoughts.
This isn't, at all, an example of my best work. But this is some of my completed work, as well as emotionally expressive work. I wrote this on April 17, 2016.
I also hope that readers may get a small, tiny glimpse into my own personal (realistic fiction) writing style. I hope to publish here on Wattpad often, and improve upon my work, as well as present some richer material.
Hope you enjoy "Cold Coffee", originally titled "George's Mocha".