Giulia17
He grabbed the smoothies out of the barista's hand, handing one to the beautiful person in front of him. He held his own with two hands, insecure about the date he was on. He needed to stop the urge to grab his hands, that would be too soon.
It was boxing day, I was finally going to move out. Three years in this shithole, working everyday to afford something better. I lived above the cafe where I worked, because when I first came into town my boss offered it to me. Later I would figure out that he had other intentions and ever since I figured it out, I had been saving up to leave.
She looked at the others inside of the grey building, through the huge store window. She was supposed to walk inside, but she had no clue how to start a conversation with these people, at least not the kind of conversation they were looking for. Three months ago she got the email that fucked her life up once again, her mom finally decided she was ready for joined therapy, after 2 years of avoiding any type of contact. It wasn't fair, after years and years of neglect, she finally picked herself up again and she was able to build a life for herself and somewhat normal relationships. But now, she needed to go inside and talk about problems that were ignored for such a long time. She had to cancel school to come here, something that she normally wouldn't have complained about, but in this moment she would've rather sat through a boring physics course than talk about the past and future. She made eye contact with the woman she hadn't seen in months and took a first step into the building.
She always knew, people always told her. ''You're almost enough. Almost, but never quite there.'' She knew, but he also knew. He knew that she was, in fact, almost and too much and everything in between. She was perfect to him and he was almost able to tell her.
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