The café wasn't crowded. It never was. Isn't that why we chose it? Once a month, every month. Third table from the door.

He calls my name. I want to ignore him; for him to know what I had to say, without me having to say it.

I hear my name again.


No such luck.

I fingered the pale stripe marring his ring finger.

"You have to go home."

He didn't know I knew, of course.

"How did-"

"Congratulations on your engagement."

I stood and left the table. Because I knew he never would.

Helga Pataki finally let go.

So another drabble…I quite like this one, mostly because I didn't think I could write it. I was thinking about it a little while ago, and said to myself "I can't write that! It doesn't have an A/H ending!", but I saw it as a nice challenge. Gotta change it up every once and a while, right?

Just my little break from The Compromise (emphasis on "little"; it'll be up in a while, promise).

Lots of things inspired this, mostly songs. They are as follows:

"Breakin' Up" by Rilo Kiley

"Does He Love You?" by Rilo Kiley

"Tears Dry On Their Own" by Amy Winehouse

"Better That We Break" by Maroon 5

They're all great songs, so check them out if you can.

Hope you enjoyed!