Stepping into the kitchen, the twenty-three year old genius poured himself a
cup of sanity and plopped down in the most comfortable seat he could find. He
pulled his feet up onto the chair and held them close against his chest for
warmth and comfort as he started to sip the black coffee in an attempt to
feel somewhat normal again. Two more cups later, he was feeling the blurriness
in his eyes fade and his mind return to its alert state, though how long that
would last, he had no idea.
His heart ached for the women who believed he betrayed. He should have never
listened to Espresso, should have never started a coffee shop without first
asking her approval. Ugh, he thought with an urge to break something anything.
He had been so angry since their breakup. Couldn't stand the fact that when he
would come home at night the house that they had once shared would be empty
and cold. He had really loved her.
"Damnit." He muttered as he unlocked his legs from his chest and got up. He
had never gotten over this emptiness that he felt when she wasn't with him.
Like his oxygen was just taken out from his lungs. He set down his empty coffee
cup having finished the third cup of black coffee. He remembered the way she
took her coffee with mostly cream and four large lumps of sugar. He took the
cup and lung it against the wall where it shattered into a million little pieces. His
hands gripped onto the marble counters; his knuckles turning white as he
gripped it with all of his might. If he could he would have destroyed their entire
coffee shop but right now he stay in the kitchen trying to sooth his emotions.
He sighed walking out of the kitchen and into living the room. With a frustrated
sigh, he walking into their bedroom and stared at a picture of them. He wasn't
the same without her. He walked over to the half empty closet and picked out
his clothes for the day. He grabbed the light cream button up and threw over it
a crochet short sleeve sweater that was a dark green. He slid on his black long
pants that fit perfectly clinging to his rear end. He slid on his black socks and his
black shoes and then stepped out of their bedroom.
He considered everything in the house to still be theirs. She was gone only for
three and a half months but he still missed her like crazy. In the beginning he
had tried everything to convince her he was sorry. Flowers, candy, little sweets
that she likes, but nothing worked. She would simply through out the gifts in
front of him and act like a snotty little brat. And to some degree it was totally
her place to act like a snotty little brat but how ever was her going to win back
her affections if she wouldn't even let him try?
He walked out the front door and down towards the shop, one of the biggest
mistakes in his life was this shop. The cool spring air wrapped around him and he
couldn't help but shiver slightly. He had forgotten to grab his coat but couldn't
turn around now or he would be late in opening up the front of the shop. The
shop ended one of the best things he had going for him. He stood in front of the
door and shoved his key into the hole to unlocked the front of the shop. Most of
the guys had a key to the back and Espresso always was there before anyone
knew to open the back door. The front door and the register was the only key
no one else had, he thought as he ripped open the front door and stormed in,
turning on the main store lights and flipping over the open sign.
As he headed to the back he notice Jason giving him a firm nod. He didn't feel
like giving a good morning greeting and he didn't care. He walked to the touch
screen register and turned it on, opening the til box and counting the money to
make sure it didn't change from when he reset it last night after he ran to the
bank. Once he was done counting he turned and stormed towards the back
making himself his fourth cup of coffee to help put him in a nicer mood.
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