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.
"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!